"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
-Robert Frost
[ Glory and Gore | Lorde ]
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But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
-Robert Frost
[ Glory and Gore | Lorde ]
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #DE9250 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #C29C7A
Atticus didn't know what kind of reaction he was expecting from Fuko when he yelled at her through the door. Her getting angry at him? He could at least predict that much.
"You are a fool. A loud obnoxious fool." Fuko snarled at him. Atticus grinned, pleased by her anger, but it quickly turned into a confused frown when she grabbed him and dragged her into her room. Fuko had a lot of odd things about her, Atticus noticed. But the strength she had despite her small size was probably one of the oddest. Plus there was the fact that someone as tiny as her was managing to hold him up against a wall with complete ease. That could have been considered odd, too.
Then, Fuko did something that Atticus hadn't been able to predict. He had thought that maybe she would just yell at him for a few moments, maybe give him a very rudely worded lecture of respect, but Fuko had decided to do something else. Something that made Atticus remember his life spent at the zoo. She hit him. He had flinched back as she had raised her hand, and still it had struck him.
Atticus hated the feeling of being hit.
He didn't listen to what she had said after that. It had something to do with ignorance, something about destroying him with her brain maybe, and her words could have included her being merciful though Atticus wasn't too sure if his ears had heard that part properly. He was too busy focusing on the stinging on his cheek to give enough attention to the sound of her voice. For a few seconds, Atticus was frozen.
Fuko turned toward him again, this time with a smile on her face, and she gave Atticus what he assumed was intended to be an apology. He narrowed his eyes at her, debating whether or not if he should walk out of the room and leave her being unforgiven. He doubted that she would care, though. Fuko didn't seem like the type of person who cared about things a whole lot.
She got closer to him, which made him feel much less than comfortable. What was she trying to do, anyway? One minute she was furious, then the next she was... something. Completely different. Atticus felt tempted to push her away. "You're just a monster, Fuko." He snapped, doing exactly that. As soon as she was away from him though, Atticus realized with a sense of fear that she was probably going to hit him again. But even if she does, Atticus thought, trying to reason. What's the worse that would happen? You're not gonna die here. She can't be allowed to kill you. Though Atticus wondered if Fuko would still try.
He moved to a different spot in the bedroom that was reasonably much closer to the door. He sat down on the floor with his arms wrapped around his legs, unsure of what else to do. Could he leave? He thought of it, and then he also thought of Fuko yelling at him for doing something without her telling him to. Atticus sighed and rested his head on his knees. He felt like he was on leash that was too short for him, and that if he tried to run away he'd be throwing himself right into an electric fence.
One place of captivity to another...