Jul 25 2020, 01:03 AM
i know why you cry out, desperate and devout
"He smells like..." she began, and stopped. Uhhh. How to describe it? "Like, when it's cold in the morning, but the sun is warm. And you step outside and take in a BIIIG breath, and you can smell the day beginning. He smells like that, and like smoky fire, but not hot fire—like after fire. Aaand," her chin turned upward in thought. "Storms. Like the smell of rain, and the sharp smell of lightning." If he asked her how to explain what lightning smelled like, she wouldn't be able to explain that.
But she went on to answer his other question too, explaining the tiny little tree-like vegetable that only tasted almost good if it was drowned in a big bowl of melted butter. And then she explained butter, too. If he asked her more things, she'd answer, even though the mean lady told her not to say a lot about where she came from. Well, she didn't care what the mean lady said! That's why Two shocked her, and as revenge for hurting her dad! Bleh!
exit two!