Alexander smiled a little dreamily. "Blue..." he whispered. "It's
beautiful isn't it...?" Suddenly, he jerked up in his bed and his
head darted back and forth, slamming into the base of the bed. He
hissed between his teeth, but he still glanced about himself
frantically. "Red!" he gasped.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
He unconsciously shifted closer on his bed. "What do you mean...?"
he asked. "Is this about... the situation? I told you, I don't have
a task- and... yours..." he hesitated. "Do you want my help?"
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
He frowned. "Well... you already told me about it, right? So..." he
hesitated. "Unless that wasn't your task." He thought about it for
a moment. A spark entered his eyes for the first time in months.
"You have to tell me something," he said resolutely. "That's your
task."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"You're being forced," he echoed. A frown settled across his face.
"Tell me," he told her. "I think... I need to hear this. A lot. Is
it a message? Or something..." He shook his head. "No. It's
something you personally have to tell me... or you'd have told me
earlier."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"I know." His voice was edged with irritation. "But... what is it?
I promise that I won't judge or whatever... I'm still Alexander, or
Aleko or whatever-" he paused and thought about what he'd said, not
seeming to notice her face.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature