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[Crime Novel] - A human being is only breath and shadow - [PG]

Title: A human being is only breath and shadow
Wordcount: 669
Author: Tabata
reader and Pre-Beta: lisachanoando
Rating: PG
Characters: Scialoja, (Patrick)
Pairing: Scialoja / Patrick (more him than her).
Genre: Introspective
Warnings: het
Disclaimer: Romanzo Criminale I did not write it. The characters are by Giancarlo De Cataldo. Yes, in fact. More or less.
Note: This story was totally unexpected and was written for the team of vampire the COW-T (prompt: Darkness). Scialoja and Patrick are not among the characters of this series and their Prefers pair is the one that interests me less, but the absolute fail this man was too good to not even write a few lines: 3
Abstract: "For Scialoja, Patrick is like a shadow, mysterious, dark and elusive. "

A human being is only breath and shadow.

Scialoja not sleep by least seventy-two hours. All it does is close your eyes and stand there looking at the back of the eyelids in the hope that something will happen, but nothing happens and sleep eludes him as it seems to escape all of these times.
Her bedroom is dark. He pulled the curtains to see not even the full moon illuminates a city where you're losing pieces a day at a time, but also because he pulled is in the darkness that she has vivid, almost emerging from the shadow gray things when they are plunged into darkness.
Patrick never appears in his dreams. The vibrant woman who sees colors when he falls asleep in that it leads nowhere, it is only a copy of the real one. It 's too noisy, but above all too obvious and clear, whereas Patrick is an unfathomable mystery in struggling to come to terms.
She appears in the dark, when Scialoja opens his eyes tired of waiting and then searches through the shadows, and she is in the shadows, often naked, almost always fun.
appears next to the tent, sees the outline of Scialoja his buttocks emerge slowly while his eyes adjust to the lack of light. Then she turns and looks at him, Scialoja has no idea what goes through my head, the eyes of Patrick are made to cut the outside world to see without being seen, should be asked to Cynthia, but his eyes he does not has ever seen. The Patrick
that appears out of nowhere is not completely clear, just like the real thing. Emerges in the folds of the dark, like one of those figures hidden among thousands of blacks points, which should set them for hours before the eye gets used enough to make sense of the chaos that lies ahead and find the contours. Scialoja no longer has the strength to do anything, so he time to watch the darkness for a long time and that, sooner or later, rewards him by giving him pieces of a woman who has never had and never will be full. Never mind, just observe it. She is sitting there in the feet, arms hanging at your sides, and that crooked smile with which it teases and seduces him.
Stay with her time of a cigarette, and Patrick moves around the room - disappears and reappears as he closes his eyes - sits on the bed and lies down at his feet, holding up his head with his hand, as s 'Imagine my face when she is alone and relax.
not he is ever willing to try to touch it, but the study, almost hopes that fantasy gives him the answers he seeks, even if it is safer to ask the right questions. Maybe Patrick knows what not give a damn, he is concerned about what Patrick wants . I wonder if anyone has ever asked you?
What do you want? Imagine that if the answer is money, wealth, luxury. But not the Dandi. The Dandi
she needs but does not want it. Then Scialoja the illusion of being wanted and not to serve.
He wonders whether it is worthwhile to be a happy kind of sadness. When
out of bed, she looks at him disapprovingly, as if they were accepted to be ignored. The room is increasingly dark - dropped out of the sun - and she is increasingly delineated, always darker, more hidden in plain sight. Not stand it anymore, can not stand as the real woman after he spent some minutes in the same room with her, after he made mock and insult and seduce and touch, even as the first time they met . Before he even touches the shadow, the light and the light will fade.
fingers but do not respond. They rely only sull'interuttore, but not pressed. And she wins again.