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Forgot I had even written this. Might try to turn it into a novel.
The view from the bridge is awesome, in a heartbreaking kind of way. The chronicle of humanity is approaching its final chapter, and she knows nothing can be done at this point to fix what people did to themselves. From her expansive and experienced perspective, to squander the beauty and gift of life seems to be an aspect peculiarly genetic in humanity.
"Maybe not all is lost," says a voice from the side. "But who can say for sure."
She turns her head and stares into the mist that has crept from the river while she was preoccupied with her thoughts. It is almost dawn, she can feel the sun's rays creeping upon the horizon, which means she has been there on the bridge all night. Piercing the irrigated air molecules with her extrasensory perception, she encounters a strong barrier.
Continuing to stare curiously, she wonders, Will this be a welcoming visit from a stranger or a warm reunion?
Replaying the decidedly male voice in her mind, she does not recognize it. Then, sound often changes and carries itself differently through the mist. She does not bother asking for identification, because she figures he will shortly be making an appearance.
A humanoid silhouette eventually becomes visible. Minimal light meeting mist distorts matter, which makes for unreliable identification, especially since it is doubtful he has such a huge head. As she watches the slow forward progression, she knows who she wants it to be. Yet the chance of that coaxes itself close to nil.
Upon materializing from the mist, it is apparent that the illusion of a large head is due to the presence of a motorcycle helmet. It lends a distinct futuristic appearance for the current state of the world.
The rest of the ensemble does not match. A short navy trench coat is tightly buttoned at a tiny waist and slender hands are gloved in dark leather. His more than average height derives in equal measure from a long torso and long legs clad in skin tight white denim. Large feet are indicated by sizable brown Chelsea boots.
He raises a hand and presses an index finger at the side of the helmet where his temple is located. A vertical slit opens at the front. The helmet slides horizontally and recedes to the back of his head. Even the dome of the helmet ebbs, down into a band around his head that resembles a crown.
Albeit impressed with the advanced technology, she is most stricken by the ethereal refinement of his face. The most notable feature is the obvious elven ears, large and pointy. Interestingly he appears more extraterrestrial than fae, and although androgyny is present it is also clear that he is male.
The reflective sheen of his gray skin lends him a healthy glow that otherwise might appear as sickly on a human. His buglike eyes, expressive dark voids, are the perfect size for an extra large cranium. There is no protruding nose, but twin slats to make her think that his requirement for oxygen is the same as the normal mammal. At first there appears to be no mouth, even though she had heard him speak. If he is truly alien, perhaps his mouth is elsewhere?
"We mustn't dally too long," he says via a mouth that momentarily appears as though it is only visible when vocalizing.
"And where do you propose we go when I don't even know you?"
"You only have two options, Kaea. Stay here and starve to death when the last of humanity is gone. Or come with me and live."
Before she can inquire as to how he knows her name, the noise of an engine distracts her. The resounding disquiet seems to be coming from behind the elven alien, yet he does not appear concerned by it. Once again she pushes her extrasensory perception through the mist. Unlike last time, there is no barrier around the approaching mind.
It is a mind full of practical darkness, much like her own, and there is no sense of malice in the accompanying chaotic thoughts. The presence of an almost juvenile mindset is informative of the person's age, she surmises. Male, not quite mentally mature, possessing the kind of abilities that can only come from one place.
She pulls out just before the mental trap ensnares her. Then the machine, a motorcycle with an attached sidecar, spins forth from the mist. In the sidecar is a veritable demon. He jumps out before the self-driving vehicle comes to a full stop, and he assesses the situation as the sidecar bumps against the back of his legs.
"Hey," he says as he looks away from her and toward the elven alien. "Watch it there, buddy."
Tail swishing behind him, he maintains a playful stance upon his hooven feet. The only article of clothing on him is a pair of sweatpants. His naked torso is both muscular and hairy. It is the hair that confuses her because demons normally have smooth skin. Being the hue of a remarkable twilight marked by a pattern of twinkling stars, his beauty is exponentially enhanced beyond that of other demons.
Familiar with this kind of demon, she knows that his most impressive attribute is in his pants. Otherwise, the presently visible feature is the twin horns protruding from his forehead. It is thought, although not proven, that a demon's power lies in its horns. This demonling's horns are gorgeously pronounced in length and shape as they separately wind their way in tight spirals through the air over his bald head and come to a pointy stop behind his ears.
Piercing crystalline eyes stare from beneath a prominent brow and facial features appealing to the point of being ironically comparable to divinity figures dominantly into the raw sex appeal every incubus exudes.
The one thing missing are his wings, but she figures he might have them tucked away from view.
When he returns his attention to her, smiling mischievously, her knees literally buckle beneath her. She has to concentrate real hard to prevent herself from falling to the ground.
"Never trust a fox. Looks like a dog, behaves like a cat."
~ Erin Hunter
Well, it's a huge, life change from a certain perspective.
Suffice it to state, after years of doing LYFT and UBER, the boyfriend realized that he wasn't making any money doing it. This somehow led him to sell the car. It was not as though we needed the cash, which we now do. But I also told him that he needs to get a real job now; no way am I letting him have an early retirement.
Anywho, back to having the ride apps on my phone to get from home and work and from work to home.
Any questions?
"Never trust a fox. Looks like a dog, behaves like a cat."
~ Erin Hunter
(July 20, 2024 at 7:29 am)Foxaèr Wrote: Well, it's a huge, life change from a certain perspective.
Suffice it to state, after years of doing LYFT and UBER, the boyfriend realized that he wasn't making any money doing it. This somehow led him to sell the car. It was not as though we needed the cash, which we now do. But I also told him that he needs to get a real job now; no way am I letting him have an early retirement.
Anywho, back to having the ride apps on my phone to get from home and work and from work to home.
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