[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Colette Coeur]

John Black, Abby, Kurt Morgan, Dr. Nekos
Very Old Man, Bastet, Sidhe, Mage
Lady Sinclair's


John smiles.  "Mike's an angel and a coward.  I'm not
sure anyone would have to worry about him, and he does
make good company.  But perhaps wolves are too
specific a term.  Predator might be more appropriate. 
It's a dangerous city, and sometimes I think for a lot
of people ignorance is a blessing."

He held up his glass, appearing to inspect his beer a
moment.  He frowned and then continued.  "We all have
our roles to play, whether we realize it or not."  He
seems to be looking at Morgan.  "Question is whether
we choose our role or let our role choose us."

"Well now we are back to the question of fate again!" Morgan replied. "As Dr Nekos said earlier. I for one believe in grasping what oportunities are presented to us, at least have some impact on what destiny serves up. We five for example, meeting here by chance. We could all have been stuck talking about stock options and whetehr it is correct to wear white after labour day. Instead we find ourselves in much more cerebral company, dancing around certain topics and flirting with each other. More than blind stupid luck I'd say. But perhaps nothing more than like minds calling to each other in a desert of vapid fools?"
   
  “Dancin’ you say m’Lud? Ah tis more of a Masque with each of us not quite what we seem.”
  Suddenly Abby’s bored with the role’ of arm fluff. That or the Cat inside was awakening with all this talk of Predators and Prey. In her world not all the Prey was innocent nor were all the Predators the villains. And humans, as well she knew, could be the most terrible of Hunters.
  She gazes under her lashes at John, the green of her eyes deeper and even brighter.
  As well as the most fascinatin’. Tell me John what roles you’ve played. A lot I think. I hope sometime you’ll tell me. I may tell you mine as well.
  She leans against him more then gazes back at Stephen and Kurt. And Riva. The Falcons eyes are piercing, one Hunter knowing another. 
   
   
  Face to face
and dream of flying
Who are you?
who am I?
Wind in wings
two angels falling
  Into TAG
   


"Life is Short, let Love be Long."
 		
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