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Date Posted: 22:31:11 03/31/12 Sat
Author: Erick
Subject: (S) "Gone From Moonlight"

Gone From Moonlight

by Erick

"It isn't like I'm the one that's trying to ignore you! I'm the one that has to stay up late into the night, go out calling for you, and RARELY get a response from you!" I said, nearing anger once more. . . yet never actually yelling at him. Maybe in written words it may look like it. . . but I don't think I could physically ever do such a thing. . .

"You know that is not my intent. Nor my wish. . ." he said, calmly as ever. Comicality and I had been walking through a large graveyard - the very same in fact, where he had first met and fought that boy - and we had been arguing, again.

"Then why would you think that it's me that's ignoring you!" I replied.

"It was simply an observation. You have been more quiet as of late," he responded gently.

"Well what's wrong with that! You never say anything if I don't say something first. . . so who's fault is that?" I said.

"Well reasoned. . . however, I recall that you would spend whole nights talking to me of your life, I enjoyed those times," said Comicality. He paused for a moment, and we stopped walking. His shadows billowed calmly around him, and they almost wrapped around me. . . or it could have been the deep dark around us. I was not sure which. But he looked up at the starry sky and said, "I simply assumed that you did not wish to continue our conversations like before, so I gave you only what I thought you desired," he finished.

"Yes well now you're assuming things. . ." I told him, looking away. I noticed a broken stone cross on the ground near me, and there were odd bluish streaks across it, almost as if something had blasted the cross apart. I had Comicality repeat the story of that first fight he had with that boy many times, but here was the first tangible evidence of that boy's sheer power. . .

"Indeed," and I could feel him smile gravely at me, "I may not look it, but I am human. . . albeit a semblance of one. . . by now. . ." his shadows, as if in response, were momentarily carried by a gentle wind, before softly gliding down around him once more.

We stopped speaking for a long while. The night was cold as ever, yet tonight was very dark, for the moon was not out, and only faint stars twinkled overhead. I would have been slightly afraid of being in the middle of a graveyard so late at night were it not for the presence I was with. But more than anything it was the argument that kept me from even thinking of being afraid.

"So then what's the problem?!" I said, raising my voice once more. It was starting to get frustrating all over again. . . having to try and read his mind to figure things out. It was impossible. That would not be difficult for him. . . yet he promised me he had never once delved so much as the surface of my thoughts, let alone probe deep into my subconscious. Somehow, even though there would never be a way of proving it, I believed him.

"There is none. My only intent is to ensure the continuation of your happiness," he said simply.

"UGH!! But that's just it!! You say you are human but you don't ever act like one!! Why can't you just argue back!! Why don't you ever yell at me!! Tell me I am wrong?? Why can't you just ACT like a human if you say you are one?? Why do you always have to make it out like I can't say or do any wrong because you see me like this 'perfect' creature!!" I said angrily. . . yet as ever, I didn't actually yell, and it only served to come out as an angry whine. I tried to calm down by looking down at a small tombstone and stare blankly at an etched epitaph. When I looked back up, Comicality was perched over a large angel statue. He looked like a great eagle overlooking a vast valley. He was looking down, not at me, but at the ground, almost sadly.

"Because I deem it to be perfection - and it should be enough proof of that," he replied calmly. "I have seen much. For much longer than yourself, and to me you are like a beautiful flower in a bright field. It will never be flawless. . . no. . . yet the slight cuts and bruises on its pedals. . . they accentuate its beauty in such a delicate way that. . . it is able to stand on a higher plane of beauty when compared to the other flawless flowers," he said. My eyes glanced from where he stood perched on the statue, down to where he was looking at the ground. He was looking at a small flower growing in the sparse grass.

"Such a flower would need only the most skilled gardener. . ." he added after another long pause. But I understood his message.

"I told you. . . I love you. . . and no one else," I said, almost coming to a cracking voice. Comicality said nothing, and almost I thought he did not believe my last statement. So at last we came to the core of the tension that I knew existed between us. That he loved me, I had no doubt. That I loved him, I had no doubt. That he believed that. . . I was not so sure. . .

"Aviremo derom deo terrumae postum. . ." he said, at length.

"We live in two separate worlds. . ." I said sadly. He looked straight at me then, and once more I could feel his smile upon me.

"You have studied from my book," he said gently. It was a question. It was a curious thing about him; many of his questions were not actually questions at all. If you knew him well enough, one would see when he meant to ask a question.

"Yeah. . ." I could feel myself blush.

"You continue to warm my heart. . ." he responded.

It was on this alone, that we perched on as a foundation of common ground. . . and continued to tread ahead. . . together.

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Thanks Erick -- JohnD, 09:22:46 04/13/12 Fri