”Really?”
He’s more amused than disbelieving;
‘lovely’ is such an odd, unfitting term
for someone like Simon, but if it comes
from her, he’ll take it like it’s gospel.”Well. Thankyou.”
Still no master at taking compliments,
but he’s trying. Dakota brings out
a warmth in Simon
that was dead from the day he was born.“You wouldn’t have liked me alive, believe me -
still. Everythin’ you believe in revolves around life,
and livin’ - us being…what we are, doesn’t bother you?”
"Why would I lie?”
Perhaps the word is too sweet, but she’s
always found him to be lovely- it’s debatable
but he’s certainly not cute although he is charming.
Perhaps Simon Monroe defies words alone.
"Why would you thank me?“
A bemused smile and the Pagan is again
lost in confusion, he never seems to accept
the wonder of his own existence; nor the
fact he is a gift to her- natural or non-natural.
"I reckon I might’ve. You can’t have been all that bad.”
A pause.
She doesn’t know why she likes him-
it’s all chemical but it still feels right.
"I’ve always believed- infact I’ve always know that
those who don’t believe in magic will never find it,
I can use the same principles to accept that you
are redeemed. I can accept all the redeemed by
knowing that: if I shun you, disregard you and
despise your very existence- I’ll never be happy
with any of you. I’ll never see anything positive by
it and I’ll never be truly open to love you. See if I
had instantly hated you because you defy what life
is I wouldn’t have ever gotten to be happy with you.“