Product of the Broken
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Adult +
Chapters:
10
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740
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Product of the Broken
Disclaimer- All characters shown in this story are creations of my imagination, if anyone is offended in any manner by the storys content stop reading! It does contain M/M and M/F piror to other warnings. Otherwise enjoy the ride. As this being my creation I own it ya'll. Love ya Danny. Oh send me some reviews peoples, pretty please with a cherry on top.
Ch 1- Product of the Broken
The electric hum beneath his distance stricken feet filled him with suffocating resistance, veins pumping raw defiance through a fine toothed straw which chugged undeveloped neurosis through grief laced chambers of the heart that was properly all his own and in its own right tiredly exhausted. The showering pounds of crumbling distraught news papers scattered around his straight posture formed lower body chilled like a midnight mint cocktail against the cold steel of the subways compartment car bench seat. The dancing words on the stale paper sheets made his nose flare and his head swoon he stared at them until they seemed to dance right off the paper they were printed upon. Madness! Pure madness he declared with the shove of his palm knocking a mass of strictly fiber compacted papers weeks and months old onto the rumbling floor of the itching cold steel.
Eyelids fluttering with the knowledge of everything and yet nothing at all left to fear feeling uncomfortably weightless, faithless, and bare. His body gave an involuntary tremble, racking his momentarily curved spine until he noticed his teeth had begun to chatter middle of may just no possible way to pull his second skin of tweed polyester against him any tighter. It's silver painted buttons flagged down the middle of his body, gleaming like broken teeth left to be bleached out by the none existent ultra violent sun, which flickered along the subway compartment basking them all in comfort not his own. He absolutely hated winter. Winter in his option needed to take it's own vacation.
He'd been alone for so long that when the doorways along the compartments sidelines opened he gave a startled gasp and found himself half off the bench eating cold malnutrition induced steel, grafted to his cheek bone for a moment of intense dislike. Why was it always the same? He asked himself quietly making sure no one around him heard his voice out loud, which sounded coarse and untrue. Today would suck like every other day of his known life since he left that place, that place that had never been his home it was the only thing he'd ever agree on with his father. Ever. Some people spit in his face from time to time, said he brought it upon himself this game of wandering around town pretending to be anyone or any style of taste to be noticed enough to just feed upon the fingertips of the lucky and clean. Was he unclean? Hardly. Bringing him to remember in his discomforting situation of common dislike what he'd heard someone say as he walked along the streets an hour or so earlier "Life is what you make it," So people say, life is what you make it huh?. Well if life is what he made it then he had to explain an important item halting all effects of anything close to a nice and normal day and or life. Sometimes you can't make it good. Sometimes you can't make it happy; you can't go back and tell them to stop screaming, to stop the hurting. Their voices will fade over time, but their memories never will.
Like a mentally disturbed toddler he struggled to sit upright in his seat, fooling around with his pant legs adjusting them to more comforting positions that didn't cause haste inside of his nerve endings. Glancing to his left and then onto his right he saw in his sights a single living soul had boarded onto the subway compartment that he'd been occupying for hours now with little to no idea when or where he was getting off. With destination unknown he searched the woman's face neatly with his topaz colored eye's, his face had a high bone structure cheeks sharp as razor blades, jaw line like a butcher knife from Britain, eye's in a gentle almond round shape, thinly plump lips gave him his classically dark feminine appearance.
Fingers fluttering like stark driven mad butterflies he stood up with a ginger flavored gaze and the flaw lines of a broken smile. It was so simple and yet so small the actions of his body as he coursed a map towards the woman and cleanly picked up a magazine that had probably been on this subway car longer then he had, fingers laced along it's cut edges he went to turn on his heel like a dancer of vogue quality. The woman's eye's turned upward in mock interest that had the possibility to turn into electric blue compromised expression filled with questioning glares. He stopped in mid stride as the compartment rocked back and forth slightly in a motion he truly disliked because of the churning it caused his stomach to produce on occasion.
Following her gaze back to himself he paused in open thought wrinkling up the tip of his tapered button nose the nostrils flaring naturally in clear absolution. She crossed her long legs allowing cotton byproduct mixed denim fabricated skirt seams to flow along her claves and kneecaps. Compared to him he looked fresh cut and deadly in a teenage fashion that bore through the pores like miniature dagger knife nails. When he was sure she wasn't going to speak to him he turned his slender back to her and stood up tall to his full height of 6ft5 his thick soled boots clanked audibly, "You could have asked nicely for me to hand it to you it would have saved you the trouble of bothering to stand up, it seemed like a lengthily task." Her voice was buttery rum smooth yet tart and totally out its way in potency.
He corked a furrowed brow high against his forehead black textured bangs falling into his eye sockets sucking at the retina of his eyeball, he'd realized seconds ago he had all day to grab that stupid piece of rubbish that was now being crumbled away inside of his clenched fist. But oh no he had to pick it up now of all times when this woman was staring at him with open distaste for his charming attire. "If your going to ignore me the least you could do was hurry up and sit down before you break your neck swaying like that." Now his mouth crinkled up and he twisted an ankle delicately as he turned to face her "Is it a custom on the planet you come from to talk to people like that?" He was quietly alarmed by the sound of his own crisp menthol scented voice; she raised her own eyebrow now and sat back holding her purse. "And what planet do you think I'm from?" He intently pouted his lips in thought and placed a hand on his hip never letting go of the magazine "I have no idea but I'm guessing it's something boring like"¦um Saturn or no wait your totally from a planet of idiotically rude strangers who talk to people for no apparent reason."
He smiled slightly afterward and licked his lips but the smile was lashed right off his facial features when she once again opened her manicured mouth "Are you on drugs or something or are you just mental?" He gasped slightly out loud which just happen to impress her enough to shut up a moment. "No I am not! I'm perfectly sane and totally normal my blood pressure isn't even high I'm completely healthy." He wrapped a tightly knotted arm around his mid section in a protective manner watching her eye's peel him away like a ripe orange for the world to see. "You sure act like something's wrong with you, are you a bum or something, or do you just harass young women on the subway for fun." He opened his mouth to speak but suddenly thought better gripping the magazine more so beneath his knuckles. " What on earth do you mean harassing you? I didn't say a bleeding word to you you're the one who opened their mouth and started up with all the crazy nonsense and I happened to be going somewhere thank you very much."
With that he turned his back towards her again and sat down at his newspaper infested bench, flipping through the magazine it was just a National Geographic but he as enthralled none the less by all the place their photographers went to in the world. He could read just fine to a certain extent you know nothing totally life threatening, he could understand just about anything but with what he didn't know it slowed him down enough to a certain degree in which most literature embarrassed him. It wasn't his fault he muttered to himself, he'd make due with reading what he could and comprehending everything just fine and dandy. Plus he liked magazines for its pictures more so anyway. He was just flipping onto an article on sharks when the woman rudely interrupted him once more. "Anything interesting in that thing?" He felt his brain boil. "Yes a lot of interesting things. Why do you bother asking I thought I was harassing you I assumed you didn't like talking to people who harass you." She frazzled his attention span by fixing her bra strap underneath her thinly knit sweater, middle of may prim and proper. "Well that's true I don't. But you looked so enraptured by that thing I couldn't help myself plus it's so quiet in here."
He sat silently for a second or two wondering why she was even speaking to him at all he should feel special he thought but the feeling of anyone trusting him long enough to carry on a conversion seemed to good to be true. Like candy bar swirl ice cream, if you could dig that sort of thing. The woman's hair was a disheveled color in the sense of Hershey's chocolate syrup spread out over a whit sugar coated countertop of the nearest household home. Drizzling down her cheek bones it hugged the curved of her jaw line, her thinly pursed lips tugged on the forth right of her face and completed her look with the incisively penetrating perspective in which her nose was designed, She had the sunglasses of a movie star rich slick and famous balanced on the top of her pretty head with the posture of a golden carousel horse.
Seconds ticked away and she'd begun digging through her little black purse with ultimate care, bending over and picking at her watermelon pink toenails. Dialing on her cell phone like a Pompeii princess. Back straight head tilted exposing those porcelain-capped beauties inside her pampered dentally hygienic mouth.
When several moments of undigested silence passed between the two human bodies inside the subway car, he had the weird sense of knowing that more would be loading onto it like oozing technologically ruled cattle. Nicolae twisted his head up and out of his shoulders licking his front teeth and finding he wished he had the faintest idea on what he was doing today, seconds began to tick away once more and he grumbled out loud tossing the magazine onto the compartment bench, a lazy set of eye's not staring directly at his face, but more so along the contours of his body did stop in there examination. Within ten minutes of the woman joining him, it'd filled up with more occupants then he'd care to stare at or smell for that matter.
Gazes trailing against his throat, the gaze feeling it's way down through the bone point landmarks of his shoulder and jaggedly suspended elbows. Flicking his considerably long nails together he smiled calmly at the sound it produced giving his knuckles a compromising tingle of poorly latched freedom. Leaning forward he came to the plain conclusion that he needed to get off this bloody evil locomotive creature. Sighing he decided it couldn't hurt to make at least a tiny fraction of an inch of harmless conversation with the woman not eight feet away from his toes. She seemed to have been waiting for his impatient grudge against her former rudeness to drop its charges because she gently perked up when his interest returned to her direction. "So are you really going somewhere or are you just wasting the day?" Damn her casual questions he thought as he sat up shifting his minimal weight. "No I'm not going anywhere well actually I could be going somewhere but I just haven't decided yet." He said curtly in gentle sort of way. She mouthed an "˜oh' and took off her sunglasses softly slipping them through the zipper slit of her purse. "Wish I could do that just waste the day away, have no idea where to go yea know? Like a hassle free day."
He watched her carefully. "But I guess today doesn't count as a free day? What with me having harassed you and all." He replied while sucking on the tip of his awareness, which was the split fingertip where his cuticle met dry nail, with just a pause of acknowledgement. The woman however met his spoken challenge snipping at his edges like salon specially priced scissors "I should have said this earlier I'm sorry for coming off so mean alright? Today wouldn't have been feasible anyhow it's been kind of a wreck." Crossing his legs he sniffed loudly "Well it's good to know I was someone's scratching post of pompous stress relief, now what makes today such a mess? Did you break a nail or something?" Feeling the bite of vengeful words she narrowed her eyes in thought, "Now wait a minute I never used"¦" Stabbing his tongue with one of his canines tasting the coppery extracts released upon contact. "No you wait just a damn minute missy, you and I both know you've had a crappy day and I'm just the lucky bystander to get the butt end of it all because you had one hard day."
Immediately looking away for his own sake Nicolae forced himself not to care if her feelings were hurt or not she'd started whatever this tiff was turning into and for once he wasn't going to take the murderously blunt trappings of someone's bad day, it just wasn't going to happen. Seeing her begin to turn a shade of pink forced him to take a deep breath "Oh come on now I wasn't that harsh it's not like I threatened to chop off a finger or two I'm just stating the facts." She noted how his voice was turning into heated chocolate cream concern mixed with self doubt and soft aggression touching her upper lip with a blush of chap stick she corrected him as kindly as she dared "No you were right"¦ exactly right, I have to admit I don't normally ride the subway at all I mean for Christ sake I own a Lincoln Town Car but today has just been so nauseatingly awful that I had to get away "¦go some place where I didn't know anyone." Her voice hitched an octave and he flinched feeling his skin begin to sting. "Wow"¦Uh I was really hoping you did just break a nail."
He jumped nervously at the sound of her cautiously unprotected laugh, it basked him like a diet coke with canceled carbonation. "You have no idea how right I wish you were on that, Id give anything to have just broken a nail, unostentatious would have been nice for a change." Biting a hole in his lip he changed bench seats and placed himself a foot beside her, the wheels inside his complex mind were churning easing things through his system. "If it helps any I've had a cruddy day too." She focused her eyes on him their chestnut color fluctuating to starlit amber. " Are you lying to just make me feel better?" Shaking his head he rotated his left ankle a little waking his foot from its earlier slumber. "Well yes and no, yes being I lied, and no I didn't lie. I just kind of worded it all wrong." Rubbing her thighs she questioned his true meaning but he only clammed up more. Nicolae fussed with his hair as he could feel she was restless with the misunderstanding that had now arose. "Tell you what"¦Um what's your name?" She sunk back against the bench "Cambria"¦" He said the name once out loud to himself as if to get the unique taste of it and then continued with his earlier words "Okay Cambria here's a slightly unfair trade but because we're both having bad days as I've estimated we are, how about you buy me lunch and I'll give you a slightly care free afternoon and tell you what I meant to say"¦" Cambria looked at him in a quizzical mannerism. "But what do you get out of this"¦" "Nicolae" he added in for her knowledge. "Okay Nicolae what do you get out of this I mean it's nice of you but we don't even know one another." He smiled strangely sweet and rubbed a hand under his left eye relieving an itch "You'll find out Cam that spending a day with a total stranger can feel so much more comforting then with someone you know, because there's no strings attached you can walk away any time you want, plus I get a free lunch it sounds like a pretty agreeable deal to me."
Finished striking a deal he waited for her to give the "˜O.K'. "Why is a free lunch so important to you, you could ask for a lot of different things why just lunch." She asked only to be stopped firmly by his voice's tender ferocity nothing more past a mental pinch; the wheels inside his head were beginning to kink. " Do we have a deal or not Cambria" Seeing her sights on the horizon of the only seemingly golden day she could have this week she finally nodded. "Yah but there's actually one single problem well no"¦two." Shrugging he uncrossed his legs and adjusted the rise in his pant legs. "Yeah so what is it?" He asked seeing her grow soundless. The subway shuttered as it began to start its normal downward stepping position of pre-departure allowances. Like honey her voice stuck to his flesh "My daughter we have to pick her up at the day care center, She'd be crushed to know I went out to lunch and didn't bring her, she's five, so yeah you understand right?" He blinked mindlessly a moment nodding his head in agreement.
His mind was processing the words coming forth from her lips as they both stood watching the chrome laced subway car windows ruble to a half closing around the familiar steps up the entrance way to the topside city of common reality. Following her petite-heeled feet while sucking on his lower lip the sun graced his tan features and welcomed him back to the land of the beautifully undead and cleansed. It was always now or never when you concentrated and believed thoughts of reinvented memories and moments of nothing to lose these things only point to the fact that someone who has nothing to lose has everything to gain. And Nicolae was determined to take advantage of this.
Ch 1- Product of the Broken
The electric hum beneath his distance stricken feet filled him with suffocating resistance, veins pumping raw defiance through a fine toothed straw which chugged undeveloped neurosis through grief laced chambers of the heart that was properly all his own and in its own right tiredly exhausted. The showering pounds of crumbling distraught news papers scattered around his straight posture formed lower body chilled like a midnight mint cocktail against the cold steel of the subways compartment car bench seat. The dancing words on the stale paper sheets made his nose flare and his head swoon he stared at them until they seemed to dance right off the paper they were printed upon. Madness! Pure madness he declared with the shove of his palm knocking a mass of strictly fiber compacted papers weeks and months old onto the rumbling floor of the itching cold steel.
Eyelids fluttering with the knowledge of everything and yet nothing at all left to fear feeling uncomfortably weightless, faithless, and bare. His body gave an involuntary tremble, racking his momentarily curved spine until he noticed his teeth had begun to chatter middle of may just no possible way to pull his second skin of tweed polyester against him any tighter. It's silver painted buttons flagged down the middle of his body, gleaming like broken teeth left to be bleached out by the none existent ultra violent sun, which flickered along the subway compartment basking them all in comfort not his own. He absolutely hated winter. Winter in his option needed to take it's own vacation.
He'd been alone for so long that when the doorways along the compartments sidelines opened he gave a startled gasp and found himself half off the bench eating cold malnutrition induced steel, grafted to his cheek bone for a moment of intense dislike. Why was it always the same? He asked himself quietly making sure no one around him heard his voice out loud, which sounded coarse and untrue. Today would suck like every other day of his known life since he left that place, that place that had never been his home it was the only thing he'd ever agree on with his father. Ever. Some people spit in his face from time to time, said he brought it upon himself this game of wandering around town pretending to be anyone or any style of taste to be noticed enough to just feed upon the fingertips of the lucky and clean. Was he unclean? Hardly. Bringing him to remember in his discomforting situation of common dislike what he'd heard someone say as he walked along the streets an hour or so earlier "Life is what you make it," So people say, life is what you make it huh?. Well if life is what he made it then he had to explain an important item halting all effects of anything close to a nice and normal day and or life. Sometimes you can't make it good. Sometimes you can't make it happy; you can't go back and tell them to stop screaming, to stop the hurting. Their voices will fade over time, but their memories never will.
Like a mentally disturbed toddler he struggled to sit upright in his seat, fooling around with his pant legs adjusting them to more comforting positions that didn't cause haste inside of his nerve endings. Glancing to his left and then onto his right he saw in his sights a single living soul had boarded onto the subway compartment that he'd been occupying for hours now with little to no idea when or where he was getting off. With destination unknown he searched the woman's face neatly with his topaz colored eye's, his face had a high bone structure cheeks sharp as razor blades, jaw line like a butcher knife from Britain, eye's in a gentle almond round shape, thinly plump lips gave him his classically dark feminine appearance.
Fingers fluttering like stark driven mad butterflies he stood up with a ginger flavored gaze and the flaw lines of a broken smile. It was so simple and yet so small the actions of his body as he coursed a map towards the woman and cleanly picked up a magazine that had probably been on this subway car longer then he had, fingers laced along it's cut edges he went to turn on his heel like a dancer of vogue quality. The woman's eye's turned upward in mock interest that had the possibility to turn into electric blue compromised expression filled with questioning glares. He stopped in mid stride as the compartment rocked back and forth slightly in a motion he truly disliked because of the churning it caused his stomach to produce on occasion.
Following her gaze back to himself he paused in open thought wrinkling up the tip of his tapered button nose the nostrils flaring naturally in clear absolution. She crossed her long legs allowing cotton byproduct mixed denim fabricated skirt seams to flow along her claves and kneecaps. Compared to him he looked fresh cut and deadly in a teenage fashion that bore through the pores like miniature dagger knife nails. When he was sure she wasn't going to speak to him he turned his slender back to her and stood up tall to his full height of 6ft5 his thick soled boots clanked audibly, "You could have asked nicely for me to hand it to you it would have saved you the trouble of bothering to stand up, it seemed like a lengthily task." Her voice was buttery rum smooth yet tart and totally out its way in potency.
He corked a furrowed brow high against his forehead black textured bangs falling into his eye sockets sucking at the retina of his eyeball, he'd realized seconds ago he had all day to grab that stupid piece of rubbish that was now being crumbled away inside of his clenched fist. But oh no he had to pick it up now of all times when this woman was staring at him with open distaste for his charming attire. "If your going to ignore me the least you could do was hurry up and sit down before you break your neck swaying like that." Now his mouth crinkled up and he twisted an ankle delicately as he turned to face her "Is it a custom on the planet you come from to talk to people like that?" He was quietly alarmed by the sound of his own crisp menthol scented voice; she raised her own eyebrow now and sat back holding her purse. "And what planet do you think I'm from?" He intently pouted his lips in thought and placed a hand on his hip never letting go of the magazine "I have no idea but I'm guessing it's something boring like"¦um Saturn or no wait your totally from a planet of idiotically rude strangers who talk to people for no apparent reason."
He smiled slightly afterward and licked his lips but the smile was lashed right off his facial features when she once again opened her manicured mouth "Are you on drugs or something or are you just mental?" He gasped slightly out loud which just happen to impress her enough to shut up a moment. "No I am not! I'm perfectly sane and totally normal my blood pressure isn't even high I'm completely healthy." He wrapped a tightly knotted arm around his mid section in a protective manner watching her eye's peel him away like a ripe orange for the world to see. "You sure act like something's wrong with you, are you a bum or something, or do you just harass young women on the subway for fun." He opened his mouth to speak but suddenly thought better gripping the magazine more so beneath his knuckles. " What on earth do you mean harassing you? I didn't say a bleeding word to you you're the one who opened their mouth and started up with all the crazy nonsense and I happened to be going somewhere thank you very much."
With that he turned his back towards her again and sat down at his newspaper infested bench, flipping through the magazine it was just a National Geographic but he as enthralled none the less by all the place their photographers went to in the world. He could read just fine to a certain extent you know nothing totally life threatening, he could understand just about anything but with what he didn't know it slowed him down enough to a certain degree in which most literature embarrassed him. It wasn't his fault he muttered to himself, he'd make due with reading what he could and comprehending everything just fine and dandy. Plus he liked magazines for its pictures more so anyway. He was just flipping onto an article on sharks when the woman rudely interrupted him once more. "Anything interesting in that thing?" He felt his brain boil. "Yes a lot of interesting things. Why do you bother asking I thought I was harassing you I assumed you didn't like talking to people who harass you." She frazzled his attention span by fixing her bra strap underneath her thinly knit sweater, middle of may prim and proper. "Well that's true I don't. But you looked so enraptured by that thing I couldn't help myself plus it's so quiet in here."
He sat silently for a second or two wondering why she was even speaking to him at all he should feel special he thought but the feeling of anyone trusting him long enough to carry on a conversion seemed to good to be true. Like candy bar swirl ice cream, if you could dig that sort of thing. The woman's hair was a disheveled color in the sense of Hershey's chocolate syrup spread out over a whit sugar coated countertop of the nearest household home. Drizzling down her cheek bones it hugged the curved of her jaw line, her thinly pursed lips tugged on the forth right of her face and completed her look with the incisively penetrating perspective in which her nose was designed, She had the sunglasses of a movie star rich slick and famous balanced on the top of her pretty head with the posture of a golden carousel horse.
Seconds ticked away and she'd begun digging through her little black purse with ultimate care, bending over and picking at her watermelon pink toenails. Dialing on her cell phone like a Pompeii princess. Back straight head tilted exposing those porcelain-capped beauties inside her pampered dentally hygienic mouth.
When several moments of undigested silence passed between the two human bodies inside the subway car, he had the weird sense of knowing that more would be loading onto it like oozing technologically ruled cattle. Nicolae twisted his head up and out of his shoulders licking his front teeth and finding he wished he had the faintest idea on what he was doing today, seconds began to tick away once more and he grumbled out loud tossing the magazine onto the compartment bench, a lazy set of eye's not staring directly at his face, but more so along the contours of his body did stop in there examination. Within ten minutes of the woman joining him, it'd filled up with more occupants then he'd care to stare at or smell for that matter.
Gazes trailing against his throat, the gaze feeling it's way down through the bone point landmarks of his shoulder and jaggedly suspended elbows. Flicking his considerably long nails together he smiled calmly at the sound it produced giving his knuckles a compromising tingle of poorly latched freedom. Leaning forward he came to the plain conclusion that he needed to get off this bloody evil locomotive creature. Sighing he decided it couldn't hurt to make at least a tiny fraction of an inch of harmless conversation with the woman not eight feet away from his toes. She seemed to have been waiting for his impatient grudge against her former rudeness to drop its charges because she gently perked up when his interest returned to her direction. "So are you really going somewhere or are you just wasting the day?" Damn her casual questions he thought as he sat up shifting his minimal weight. "No I'm not going anywhere well actually I could be going somewhere but I just haven't decided yet." He said curtly in gentle sort of way. She mouthed an "˜oh' and took off her sunglasses softly slipping them through the zipper slit of her purse. "Wish I could do that just waste the day away, have no idea where to go yea know? Like a hassle free day."
He watched her carefully. "But I guess today doesn't count as a free day? What with me having harassed you and all." He replied while sucking on the tip of his awareness, which was the split fingertip where his cuticle met dry nail, with just a pause of acknowledgement. The woman however met his spoken challenge snipping at his edges like salon specially priced scissors "I should have said this earlier I'm sorry for coming off so mean alright? Today wouldn't have been feasible anyhow it's been kind of a wreck." Crossing his legs he sniffed loudly "Well it's good to know I was someone's scratching post of pompous stress relief, now what makes today such a mess? Did you break a nail or something?" Feeling the bite of vengeful words she narrowed her eyes in thought, "Now wait a minute I never used"¦" Stabbing his tongue with one of his canines tasting the coppery extracts released upon contact. "No you wait just a damn minute missy, you and I both know you've had a crappy day and I'm just the lucky bystander to get the butt end of it all because you had one hard day."
Immediately looking away for his own sake Nicolae forced himself not to care if her feelings were hurt or not she'd started whatever this tiff was turning into and for once he wasn't going to take the murderously blunt trappings of someone's bad day, it just wasn't going to happen. Seeing her begin to turn a shade of pink forced him to take a deep breath "Oh come on now I wasn't that harsh it's not like I threatened to chop off a finger or two I'm just stating the facts." She noted how his voice was turning into heated chocolate cream concern mixed with self doubt and soft aggression touching her upper lip with a blush of chap stick she corrected him as kindly as she dared "No you were right"¦ exactly right, I have to admit I don't normally ride the subway at all I mean for Christ sake I own a Lincoln Town Car but today has just been so nauseatingly awful that I had to get away "¦go some place where I didn't know anyone." Her voice hitched an octave and he flinched feeling his skin begin to sting. "Wow"¦Uh I was really hoping you did just break a nail."
He jumped nervously at the sound of her cautiously unprotected laugh, it basked him like a diet coke with canceled carbonation. "You have no idea how right I wish you were on that, Id give anything to have just broken a nail, unostentatious would have been nice for a change." Biting a hole in his lip he changed bench seats and placed himself a foot beside her, the wheels inside his complex mind were churning easing things through his system. "If it helps any I've had a cruddy day too." She focused her eyes on him their chestnut color fluctuating to starlit amber. " Are you lying to just make me feel better?" Shaking his head he rotated his left ankle a little waking his foot from its earlier slumber. "Well yes and no, yes being I lied, and no I didn't lie. I just kind of worded it all wrong." Rubbing her thighs she questioned his true meaning but he only clammed up more. Nicolae fussed with his hair as he could feel she was restless with the misunderstanding that had now arose. "Tell you what"¦Um what's your name?" She sunk back against the bench "Cambria"¦" He said the name once out loud to himself as if to get the unique taste of it and then continued with his earlier words "Okay Cambria here's a slightly unfair trade but because we're both having bad days as I've estimated we are, how about you buy me lunch and I'll give you a slightly care free afternoon and tell you what I meant to say"¦" Cambria looked at him in a quizzical mannerism. "But what do you get out of this"¦" "Nicolae" he added in for her knowledge. "Okay Nicolae what do you get out of this I mean it's nice of you but we don't even know one another." He smiled strangely sweet and rubbed a hand under his left eye relieving an itch "You'll find out Cam that spending a day with a total stranger can feel so much more comforting then with someone you know, because there's no strings attached you can walk away any time you want, plus I get a free lunch it sounds like a pretty agreeable deal to me."
Finished striking a deal he waited for her to give the "˜O.K'. "Why is a free lunch so important to you, you could ask for a lot of different things why just lunch." She asked only to be stopped firmly by his voice's tender ferocity nothing more past a mental pinch; the wheels inside his head were beginning to kink. " Do we have a deal or not Cambria" Seeing her sights on the horizon of the only seemingly golden day she could have this week she finally nodded. "Yah but there's actually one single problem well no"¦two." Shrugging he uncrossed his legs and adjusted the rise in his pant legs. "Yeah so what is it?" He asked seeing her grow soundless. The subway shuttered as it began to start its normal downward stepping position of pre-departure allowances. Like honey her voice stuck to his flesh "My daughter we have to pick her up at the day care center, She'd be crushed to know I went out to lunch and didn't bring her, she's five, so yeah you understand right?" He blinked mindlessly a moment nodding his head in agreement.
His mind was processing the words coming forth from her lips as they both stood watching the chrome laced subway car windows ruble to a half closing around the familiar steps up the entrance way to the topside city of common reality. Following her petite-heeled feet while sucking on his lower lip the sun graced his tan features and welcomed him back to the land of the beautifully undead and cleansed. It was always now or never when you concentrated and believed thoughts of reinvented memories and moments of nothing to lose these things only point to the fact that someone who has nothing to lose has everything to gain. And Nicolae was determined to take advantage of this.