Silph91

 "Will you do that for me?" She looked up from her feet, into his green eyes. They were like a Washington forest: cold, damp with a strange beauty. "You're not going –" He shook his head. "I will. Soon. I can feel it." She began to cry. He cupped her face in his skeletal hands. They were cold. "Don't do that. Please." She turned her chin out of his palms, turned her entire body on the bench so her back was to him. She folded her arms tight against her chest. "How can I not? You say you're gonna die soon. I-I can't take that." "But I can. It's getting to be my time. All I ask is for a visit. Roses. That's it." She stood, and

You stand there. I stand back. You growl. I crack my whip. You do not cower. I head for the door. You were a cub once. I fed you well. Played with you daily. You loved me then. Not anymore. You'll snap me in two one day, when I let down my guard. You'll eat me alive. You may not know it now, but I do. It is inevitable.

Saffron shifted uncomfortably in her chair – a cheap thing with no padding to speak of. The kind made for people to remember it was not good to sit where she did. "Would you like some tea, Miss Reed?" It was the principles voice. She looked up from her moccasined feet. He was still standing behind his desk, refusing to sit in the cushiony leather chair behind him. He had been there since Saffron walked in. "No thank you, sir." She pulled the ends of her sleeves tight over her hands, pressing them down to her palms. "Please. I insist." He turned to take two glass teacups from the cabinet behind him. "Lemon or honey?"  Steamin