My Dark Scientist

17 | In his arms

"Because never again
Means none of this at all
Forever pretend
In our shelters we don't fall"

~Collapse, Vancouver Sleep Clinic

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E L L O R A

"Let me d-down Mr. Langdon..." I try my level best to control the shaking of my voice...damn this cold!

He simply ignores me and keeps walking, staring straight ahead.

"Let me down.." I try to pull my body away from his by pushing against him.

Not that I am not liking the heat that his body is providing at the moment...I more than like it. Infact all that I want right now is to hug him right back and go to a deep peaceful slumber, basking in the smell that is so uniquely Professor Langdon. Wherever his hand touches me, I feel warm and wonderful and wherever it doesn't I feel cold and worn out.

But my self respect downright refuses to even acknowledge those feelings. So out of honour to my ownself, I need to stop needing anything from him.

He is one man whom I have kept on a pedastal for the past few years. The trust I had on him can be compared to no other.
Well, I am weak, I do get it. I cannot stand for myself and need a 'prince in shining armour' to save me, as he had pointed out so sweetly this evening, I do get it. I am guilty of every damn thing that he had accused me of today, I do get it.
But what was the point of his anger? What was the point of his rudeness? What does he care if am weak? Its not like I had gone to him begging him to save me.

"Let. Me. Down." I say clenching my teeth in an attemp to not stutter like the fool that everyone accuses me of being.

He ignores me smoothly once again.

"Professor Langdon, let me down!"

"No professor, Ellora." He says finally.

"Fine. Mister Langdon, let me down."

"Are you ordering your boss Ellora? I didn't know you were this crass..."

"Okay, fine, Mr. Langdon, please let me down. There...it was a request."

"Science requires reason for every little statement Ellora. And so do I. What reason do you have now, for this request of yours? Tell me, why should I let you down?" I feel his hold on me tighten with each word that leaves his mouth.

He is playing with me. Is this man for real?!

"You will let me down because I want you to let me d-down." I stutter due to the cold. "It is m-me you are carrying, and y-you don't o-own any part of me. You need my p-permission for carrying me, w-which I definately haven't g-given you." I hate the effect that the cold is having on me.
And this man is getting under my skin r with his calm, composed replies, as if we are having a normal class discussion. I start pushing him again with the little force that I can muster with my freezing, shuddering body.

"And moreover I am fine -"

A fit of sneezeing decides to overcome me in that, freaking, precise moment.

Once I am over it Mr. Langdon says with an almost straight face, almost being the keyword, "You were saying Ellora? Something about you being fine?"

I clench my teeth looking away from him. I am so done with him.

We walk silently for the next few minutes.

Well, basically he walks carrying me, and all I do is let myself be carried.

"How did you spend the whole blizzrd in that cold hard cement? And why particularly there?" he seems curious as he asks and maybe a little bit concerned.