as the world comes to an end
i'll be there to hold your hand
i'll be there to hold your hand
The fact that he covers his eyes like a goddamn schoolgirl earns the stranger some points in your book, if only for the hilarity of the picture it presents. For a moment you pause in your ascent, wondering if you ought to just dip back down and put the poor bugger out of his misery.
Then you shrug and finish climbing the last few rungs. It's too damn cold to be polite.
You reach the top of the ladder and stop, looking down at the man. He's pale as a bed sheet with hair like a brushfire - not the sort who lasts very long in this neck of the woods. Small, too, but really you can't get over how pale he is. Like a porcelain doll, and probably just as fragile.
Realizing you're staring you look away suddenly, clearing your throat and trying to hide your discomfort. "'Fraid yer not rid'a me that fast. I left my stuff here, an' nice as the night is, I'd rather not go walkin' through town in nothin' but my skin."
Moving to the place just behind him, you grab your bag of clothes and start rummaging through for a towel. Then, taking pity on the fellow, you add: "Don't worry too much about my modesty, eh? Ain't nothin' you haven't seen before, I'm sure."
Then you shrug and finish climbing the last few rungs. It's too damn cold to be polite.
You reach the top of the ladder and stop, looking down at the man. He's pale as a bed sheet with hair like a brushfire - not the sort who lasts very long in this neck of the woods. Small, too, but really you can't get over how pale he is. Like a porcelain doll, and probably just as fragile.
Realizing you're staring you look away suddenly, clearing your throat and trying to hide your discomfort. "'Fraid yer not rid'a me that fast. I left my stuff here, an' nice as the night is, I'd rather not go walkin' through town in nothin' but my skin."
Moving to the place just behind him, you grab your bag of clothes and start rummaging through for a towel. Then, taking pity on the fellow, you add: "Don't worry too much about my modesty, eh? Ain't nothin' you haven't seen before, I'm sure."
you're a king and i'm a lionheart
ZEPH
