A/N : Essentially, this is a small prompt on where Carol and Therese would alternately meet in a train ride and where they'd just end up getting to a point where it led to converting their thoughts and emotions when one has not been entirely crept out with one another. I hope this chapter enlightens you. Thank you, really.
Train
It was hectic. Quiet crippled days in Manhattan were the most peaceful days that stayed in and outside the city. New York City, train rides as a matter-of-fact. The weather was awfully impartial. The fairness of wind that came fluctuating through natures. Birds who were in their sacred fields of stance and distant chirps. Harvests already preaching. Lovers, families, and close ones have reunited in trains and public transportation. A rogue page of yesterday's newspaper is chased by the wind like a pigeon with wings fluttering with feathers of rhetoric and Melodrama.
Even with the procession of headlights on the slow moving highway, the wintry sky is dark. Then twenty feet up to the left on a steel girder, a support for the new sky-train system, comes flashes like a firework. Only these golden yellow sparks originate from a fixed in position, and fly outwards into the night, a fiery flower. Their intense bursts illuminate the face shield of the welder, who is no doubt working overtime tonight. The joint fused will bear the weight of thousands of passenger trains and bring new residents and commerce to the area. It will help bring the mass transit we all need. Yet these sparks that fly tonight are forgotten as soon as they fade to black.
Therese, who was just about to miss her train ride as soon as the engine pilot has noticed her with bags wrapped around her small eccentric body. The brunette immediately sprinted inside and did nothing but nod at the driver.
The raucous, metallic shriek heralds the arrival of the decrepit carriage, standing in defiance of its condition - all corroded iron and tacky upholstery. The doors reluctantly eases open with the force of a stocky station guard, as if gripped by age, the handles stiff with arthritis.
She muttered a Thank you. . . As in an inaudible tone as she sounded. She then walked through a spacious ally of people, surrounded with everybody shooting looks and glances as they glared immediately upward from their news papers, books, et cetera. She was quite introverted herself since she tends to get heart palpitations but that didn't stop her from thinking in a space where it was dark, quiet, and silence that occasionally calmed her down none the less.
Then where that moment sparked, when the youth has found an empty seat beside a spacious gap, fascinated; beside a blonde grey-pale eyed woman. The clouds of smoke where ashes flickered between that cigarette curled up from her long fingers, dissolving into thin air, as she kept her blue lit eyes toward the window opening.
"I don't mean to be absurd in any way, but is this seat taken?" The young brunette asked, grudgingly. She heard the shyness of quavering form into that sentence and it scared her. It scared them both.
Nevertheless, she glares deeply into the other womans eyes as she watches it scintillate. That hue of tinge that symbolizes everything. Pupils dilating as if where she were having a ripple impact of floating. Her delicate skin where you can almost see right thoroughly through her. The crinkle beneath her eyes as she looked up from Therese's view.
"Not at all. It's all yours, darling." The blonde woman has calmly approached Therese, making a small dramatic gesture with her hand as she held the cigarette between long fingers, taking separate drags of it each second.
"Thank you." Therese muttered, with an insert slight lop that appeared onto her almost as if she simpered between her words. She sat down, jutting her bags down from beneath her.. just feeling the cloth of the woman's dull ridges of reigned tweed her dress along from her fur coat that Thrrese was almost brushing her shoulders on, from the warmth of her lingering touch since their bodies were slightly segregated together but in terms of feeling the human body connection that struck them.
