First snippet:
Nakamura sensei said that there are three types of people that we will meet in our lifetime;
The one who stands before us, a reminder of who we want to be.
The one who stands beside us, a reminder of who we are.
The one who stands behind us, a reminder of who we were.
To me, Gabe was all three and in a way, he still was.
In short, as things were, I was so screwed.
Second snippet:
I played fast and loose with consciousness and in the short moments I’ve surfaced from the black peaceful place I was in, I saw Shay, sitting in a corner with his two blades in hand. Moonlight washed away all the color from his hair, his face, making him look like a creature made of marble and stone and other cold and heartless things.Third snippet:
His blue eyes were closed, his face slack and relaxed as if in sleep but it didn’t fool me. If anyone who was a threat came through that door, he wouldn’t bother with questions, he would just kill.
No remorse. No regret.
What does it say about me that I find that comforting?
William was always quiet, always calm. In a way it’s what makes him so deadly, the way he calculate and weigh options logically and always with a cool head. He would’ve been the most dangerous of them all if not for his fierce dedication to Aspaya who treats him like a son. William, despite his black lustruos hair, his perfect chiseled looks, tended to pale into the background…and he preferred it that way.
He did everything he was ordered to do without fuss and did what needed to be done with even less fuss. It amused me, how everybody would bicker and fight and duel and then have William loitering on the background doing…whatever. Picking flowers, throwing out trash. Sunning on the deck.
I found him very peaceful to be around. I considered the time where I cleaned, sharpened and oiled the numerous blades and swords and daggers with him a kind of therapy, even though we didn’t talk to each other.
Maybe it was because of that. I didn’t have to prove anything to him and he didn’t expect anything from me. He was just there, like a really comfortable lived in sofa.
Copyright © 2013 by D.F. Jules
