Reflections of Mist

Breakdown

She sensed him before she'd even opened her eyes.

"Hello handsome. Shouldn't you be watching your girlfriend sleep rather than spying on me?"

Alysha peeled open one eye lazily as she spoke, grinning smugly up at Sebastian.

"Like I'd be looking at you." He said derisively.

"Dearie, you're practically standing over me. Or were you just happening to stretch your legs in my direction?"

Both eyes open now, she pushed herself upwards with cat-like grace, to stand a little too close in front of him.
She looked up into his eyes, tilting her head slightly.

"You're just restless, aren't you? You don't know what to do with yourself."
She smirked. "Let's face it, you're actually bored. Because truthfully, there isn't a lot going on.
Lack of food, small crampt space... Not the things great adventures are made from. I should know.
We could be stuck down here forever, you know.  Realistically.
You could die down here. It wouldn't take very long. And the worst part is, no one would know. They'd never find us."

Alysha sighed dejectedly, shrugging. "I'm bored. Bored with all this shit!"
She turned around and kicked the rock wall behind her, making the cave shudder.

"I hate it! I hate this! People use me, and abuse me and I hate, hate, HATE it!"

She rounded on him. "And you. You should be DEAD! But you're not. And why? Because of ME! Because that... Aargh! I do not have a the words to describe that bitch, Lilith... Because she wanted you to cause trouble for her! Where is my involvement in that? Non existent, that's where! And yet somehow, yet again, I am responsible for getting her whatever she wants, handed on a bloody silver platter!"

Alysha stopped yelling, panting hard, arms dropping down from where they'd been gesturing over her head.
"Fucking bitch." She muttered quietly, licking her dry lips nervously.

Reaching up, she gently rested her hands on his shoulders, thumb playing with the fabric of his jacket.
"She'll kill me one day, you know. She will. And she won't even realise it."

She was trembling slightly now, swaying a little even, eyes wide and unblinking, looking off to the side, hands unconsciously squeezing his shoulders, as if to hold herself up.

"What kind of trouble can you make? I never got to see. I could feel it, but never... I bet I would have liked it. Liked your kind of trouble."

Her voice was trembling now too, a quite whisper, and she didn't sound coherent.
She was way too close now, practically leaning on him, right up in his face.
Her eyes looked damp, like she was about to cry.

"Bet I could have liked you too."

And then, much to his surprise, she closed the gap between them, and kissed him.

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