Appetence

Archive Log: 55

"Woe, destruction, ruin and decay; The worst is death, and death will have his day."

David tilted his head, he looked towards the drying blonde female sitting at one of the tables in his workroom. A piece of material was over her head, an attempt to dry her hair, while the rest of her body was wrapped up in a blanket. Her suit and everything she wore underneath was wet. David had a small brazier to one side, a good sized fireplace even; her clothes were hanging nearby, slowly drying from the plunge in the pool near her waterfall hideaway, and the torrential downpour which caught them when walking home.

Minerva sniffed slowly, her fingers pushing pieces of paper around on the desk. Even from his seat at the side, David could see her blue eyes looking down at his sketches curiously. He had been busy, that she couldn't deny. He had been very busy. He stood up from the stool, he hadn't bothered to hang his clothes to dry. After all, she had been the one inactive surrounded by damp foliage for years.

She tilted her head when he sat beside her. "Richard II," David said slowly, measuredly. Her face peeked out from under the material, her eyes looking him over with a small frown. "You recited the same thing when you realised your father expected you to continue a life of a dead girl."

"And you were to become a production line."

David smiled slowly, he nodded, raking a hand through his hair, wincing a little at the knots his fingers encountered. "Yes."

Minerva's face scrunched up sadly, "This is a place of death, and you are an agent of it, David." Her hand suddenly slammed down on one sketch and she frowned, shaking her head despairing slightly. "What have you done?"

David's eyes looked her over, she looked confused, pale still but becoming more like the her he had last seen. His gaze flicked downwards, he opened his mouth and inhaled deeply. The sketch was of Elizabeth, or rather, her head and parts of her shoulders. The visage was rather dehumanised, mutilated even. It didn't look like the doctor she had snapped the neck of, that was for sure.

"David?"

Don't get him wrong, he was pleased she was talking to him. They hadn't really talked on the way back here. He was surprised that she agreed to change, to allow him to dry her clothes and wrap her in a blanket. But she had. Which showed to David that she was more willing to patch things up than he thought. Or was that him being a dreamer?

"David!"

She was becoming short-tempered from him not answering. David turned on the stool and stood, he commenced walking away yet paused near the door. He looked over his shoulder and down at her. "I need to show you something." He said, the tone of his voice quite neutral and casual as he watched her move after him. David moved silently through the threshold and to his other workroom, the main space where most of his equipment was. He turned near a table and looked to Minerva, she pulled the material from her hair and kept it around her shoulders. She looked around with wide eyes, taking in everything as her hands now clasped at her chest, keeping the blanket in check.

She stepped passed him, gliding a hand over a table, a table that was scattered with more papers. Her fingers recoiled when she tapped something cold, she looked at the dish and then turned back to David. "What is this place?"

David smiled, "I work in here. It is my own little laboratory." He gestured a hand around himself, one room of many that was his. Be fair, this whole temple complex was his, theirs. But this was the main one, "Would you like a tour?" Not that there was much to show, but he could show what work was conducted in which part of the room, and so on. Minerva slowly started to shake her head, David's smile slowly diminished. "Oh..." He trailed off and looked down at the ground, his bare feet seemed rather interesting right now. He was at a loss. Yes, he had spent so long pining, because that was what he was doing clearly, over her, and having her back. But there was a void, a wedge even, an abyss was between him and her and David wasn't certain how to bridge it.