Object of Desire

Chapter Ten : Feeling

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A cold chill worked itself over my body, the autumn air flowing freely as we had somehow made it to the lush and vast gardens. We had been utterly lost in our conversations, quickly moving past the last moments of weakness that we had shared with one another in Terzos tight office space. He told me everything, answering any and all questions I had about the sections of the Ministry and savoring more exclusive details for afterwards. Staying true to his word, he would save these for after my induction to the Ministry, a choice I suppose I had already given into. It was an outcome that became inevitable, I found it impossible to want to be away from him now.

Even in our shared silence, I found solace. He was a comforting figure despite of his ghostly appearance, a true contradiction to the spooky face paint and hauntingly manipulative lyrics from his songs. Every word he would utter would be coated in truth, wanting nothing more than to really delve into every question I had. Though I did understand why I would have to wait for certain answers, my pure spirit of interest wanted every bit of information that laid just at my fingertips. The ceremonies mentioned before were a large factor to my curiosity, would this be something he would conduct? The idea of me being on my knees in front of him was an interesting thought, letting him place whatever they used as the body of an unholy one on my tongue... maybe I shouldn't be thinking this in his presence.

That urge to feed was insubstantial for the time being, my senses in a bit of overload from droves of information and constant questions in my mind. Though, his scent had never left me, his call ringing over and over again to me as he stayed close. From time to time, he'd brush against me and send my body into a blaze, my skin pimpling before I would try to keep myself contained. Keeping my arms around myself was the best form of comfort I could offer, trying too put some space between us as well.

"It's like a maze." I gazed around, a sea of shrubbery and miscellaneous plant life surrounding the large area and entrapping us in its glory.

"It is one of the Ministries best attributes, some people travel here just to be able to see it." Terzo replied, leaning back towards me in the space I made.

"I can see why, even if it's autumn, there's such a vast variety of life here." More leaves fluttered around my feet in the breeze, a few stragglers crunching under my boot.

"Just wait until the spring. You will never want to leave this place." He stopped, looking to me to do the same.

"If only it weren't for my allergies." I tittered, halting my pace and catching Terzos eyes. The obvious interest that laid in his glance jolted my senses again- this small talk was starting to get to me. "Can I ask you something that's been on my mind?" I finally brought forth the topic that had been floating in my craw for some time, avoiding his eyes now and looking towards the waining landscape.

"Ovviamente." He granted with a firm nod, but keeping a cautious tone in his acceptance.

"Everyone keeps telling me I was "chosen" to join, that there's some reason that I'm here, a roll to fill. I thought maybe we'd discuss it during the interview, but I'm still just as ignorant to the topic as I was only a month ago. I guess my question is; why was I chosen?" I finally blurted it, my eyes shifting back to Terzo who was clearly taken aback by my abrupt change in topic.

"I... merda." He cursed to himself, shifting his weight onto one leg and taking his chin into his hand. "I -eh- I do not know... right now." He struggled with his response, now smudging the paint on his chin as he rubbed it anxiously.