Galnet underworld 2 - Music
07 Jul 2016Howard, o Pato
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4625 kHz"Well, well, well ... Howard" I heard a sweet voice, but in tone of mocking.
"Brunette" Said Howard, after turn around on the bench by the bar counter and find the woman who seemed much higher than me from up there on her high heels, but I'm pretty sure it was not.
And before they could have any normal bar discussion, she kissed him.
She stroked his unshaven Howard chin and kissed him, the other firm hand grabbing the hair of his neck. I must have been more surprised than himself Howard was caught unprepared, because his hands were extended at first, but soon, followed the lines of her metallic arm in a gentle touch that only ended on the hand that caressed his face. The woman's long black hair kindly covered their indecent kiss, as if sensed my innocent girl's curiosity. My heart raced, I'm flushed when I was taken by my private jealousy, then I turned to the glass half full and tried to hold it with trembling hands.
"I'm sorry for the loss of his arm." I heard Howard talk quieter. What revealed what was already obvious at that time, he knew her, and very well apparently. But it was not just that, there was much pain in the feelings of the two, a much deeper story, something I could never reach. Had to swallow that drink to calm my anxiety, and it burned my throat like hot coals. Damn, he was right I had not drunk really to prove it.
"Too late for that, do not you?" She cut him off with harsh words, without any sketch decipherable expression. Howard did not react to his attack, it seems that provided its response. Damn, how he knew. What made me think I like Howard would have the women, I was getting hotter and strange and inappropriate thoughts began to torment me.
"I'll still tear off a limb to pay your debt." She finished with this cruel promise before playing on me a look of penitence.
"Well, I ..." Howard formulating a sentence.
"Who's this little girl?" She went in the midst of his words. Little girl? Little girl? Who does she think she is? I'm a woman now, and enjoy cothurnus is just a preference of mine. Do not cry Nyx, do not cry, this is only the effect of the drink. I have to fight back.
"This is Nyx, pilot of the newspaper office" He defended me. What calmed me down. I flew since I was 12 years old. But the title of pilot which he mentioned represented that I was old enough to have my credentials and my own job, I was independent and contrary to what she thought was a grown woman. Or I'm playing more than you actually have written there?
"She's not too young to catch the stick?" What a cruel woman, saying things with double meanings indiscriminately. She spoke insultingly. As if everything were filthy, refusing my apparent innocence. I could not answer that, if he did or seem naive or seem indecent in any way she won. And won by forfeit.
This is the music that made me want to dance.
I never saw Howard staring at someone like that, looking beyond the body, beyond the soul, as if he knew where it would end, and how. He always rubbed my head when he saw me, was his special way to welcome me, only ours, messing my hair. He savored that dispute sharp words, and his face was calm and had a slight smile, he ignored the fact that she dump the complaints of his disappearance. I had to ask the bartender to fill my glass again, when I felt envy. The truth is I'd already had a drink or two... and I may have misinterpreted his response.
I guess the music just speaks to me.
After a few sips, my thoughts began to elude me. How could he ignore all around that? She was just someone who was not seen for a long time. What could he want with a woman who spoke that way? The bartender filled my glass. She was just someone he wanted to kill time? He smiled to her irritation, as if he knew the arrogance that had been missing.
The music called me.
I danced.
They are gone.
I did not need more hold back the tears ...
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