Thank you to everyone who's been active in this process. This way of writing can be stressful but you all have made it a great learning experience. Also, I want to acknowledge some people who have contributed outside of the notes in meebo and in messages: Toby, Laura, Lauren, and Joanne. Your words help motivate me. I'm writing this note to the sultry sounds of Ne-yo: "Lie to me" and "what's the matter". FYI the first two paragraphs are the end of the last section (I remembered Vernon lol) I'll answer some questions now
1. Is Delilah an allusion?
Yes and No... I knew the name's association with the Plain White T's song and the Bible story but what the audience gets is more important
2. What does Anderson do that he gets shot at?
haha keep reading
3. Will you use people's advice on where the story should go?
Fo, sho...I'm even entertaining writing alternate middle strands ...i dunno too much heroes
Other questions are spoilers so ...
Without any further ado I present Silhouette:
Words of a Feather...
"You knew the risks," he continues as he watches her crawl towards him. Her hair falls to the sides of her face, and her gaze is constant. He wonders why the world feels like slow motion. She hears his words and wonders if he was reading her mind.
"Here are the consequences," she whispers into existence, as the irresponsible enters the room with the wind, and the moonlight. As her body moves something inside of her begs to roar.
"Is this what you want?" he says breathlessly.
"There's no doubt...just a lingering need to connect." She crawls close enough to sniff his button down. She inhales as she leisurely raises her head up to his. They look at each other face to face. Her breath is warm on his face. "Connect with me...", their noses nearly touch. They share a brief moment of silence. She wonders if the music is even still playing.
"Interesting day, eh?" she entices. The lioness corners her prey. Successfully bypassing its defenses she prepares to strike.
Ring.
For a moment irresponsibility meets awkwardness: they say hi.
Ring
He looks at her caramel kissed face and smiles. Then looks over to ringing wine cabinet.
Ring.
"You have a house phone?" she asks with a giggle, sinking into the couch. She reaches over and squeezes his arm "Aren't you going to get that?" she scoots backward.
He looks back at her, "if it was important they'd call my cell."
"Oh but of course," she retorts. She looks at his forehead, she thinks she sees a bead of sweat. Could Anderson be losing his cool? She wondered if he would say anything about her sudden change in positioning, but knew he wouldn't. That wouldn't be Anderson like at all.
"You know," he pauses for a moment and looks down. He sees her shoes on the ground, the black leather contrasts the hardwood. Heels, a woman is present, he thinks as he slowly raises his head to meet her gaze, "you're safe here."
"I thought we weren't talking business?" She motions her hair out of her face non-nonchalantly, but it falls back in place. She blows upward and it falls behind her head. She resumes the position, her arms behind the arm of the sofa, chest pursed. She watches as he sits back and adjusts himself.
"We're not, I just didn't want you to think I was being Machiavellian when I said-"
"When you said I knew the risks?"
"Yes."
"It's not like you were lying, I knew the risk." She exhales slowly. The words fell from her mouth more apologetic than confident. She'd been working on appearing confident. However trying to look less shook up, was taking its toll. " I don't know, I guess I didn't really know the risk until this afternoon," she began. She tries to block out the screaming restaurant crowd, but the thoughts replay like a film.
"Tell me something about yourself?"
"About myself or about Delilah?"
"Are we all smoke and mirrors tonight?" He asks as he raises up again. He heads back over to the wine cabinet, and pours another drink.
"Why don't you bring the whole bottle?" She turns to watch him walk pass. She doesn't know what she finds attractive about Anderson. He is not ugly but he is not beautiful. She knows that she loves to watch him move. He made moving an art.
"If that's what you want." he says as he returns from the wine cabinet. He sits back down. Her eyes stalk him as his shoulders and arms as he bends forward. He unties one lace. She looks at the details, which fingers go where.
"Do you bring many people here?" she asks before she finishes her glass. She holds it forward insistently. He reacts accordingly and pours.
"No."
"No? I would thought that you would have women lined up out the door. Save their lives and then whisk them away to your penthouse flat, which is beautiful by the way" She says playfully. She liked him on the defensive.
"Thank you." he's genuinely gracious.
"Your welcome."
"No, I don't have much company here."
"But you do keep company. I could see you now ' Hall, Anderson Hall.'" She imitates him looking into woman's eyes.
"Could you?" His eyebrow raises as he asks. He stares off at the blank television screen. He holds his cup with two hands though he could probably balance it on his head. The wine bottle sits on the table nearly halfway between them, like a line drawn in the sand.
"I don't know, everything is moving so fast." She admits half honestly. "What about you Anderson you shaken up at all. You killed a man today." She looks down. It never crossed her mind that it didn't bother him until now. She knows the answer, " Lie to me" she thinks.
Bang. Bang. Bang. The pigeons in front of the restaurant scattered in fear.
It seemed like fire came from the barrel as it flashed in front of her. She watched from under the table as he stood in the midst of the commotion. There was so much going on. She recalled the little girl crying by the bar. Two men ran out of the door shooting back at Anderson but he didn't flinch. She looked up at him as if through a window. He was in a different place than her. She froze up, she was better than that, she knew the risk. She remembered that as soon as her eyes left Anderson they met the glazed stare of the broker with the bullet in his head. It had taken longer than she thought it would to bleed.
"Anderson, tell me the truth." she lies.
"It never gets easier, but you learn not to think about it," he follows in fashion.
Ring.
"You're popular."
"Bill collectors."
"Ha." she laughs out loud. A bit of wine shoots from her mouth. "I'm sorry, but bill collectors." She continues to laugh at she looks around at the lavish room. "let me get that," she gets up and stumbles a bit towards the kitchen.
"No its okay, it will be fine." he laughs as well.
Ring
"No. I got it. Answer your phone." she continues to laugh. She stumbles a bit around the marble floor kitchen looking for a napkin or a paper towel. What man keeps his kitchen so organized? She finds exactly what she needs above the sink. "Marble counters, plush" she thinks. When she returns from the kitchen Anderson is on his cell phone.
"Well did they get the license plate number, at least?...You're kidding...So where is he now? ...You don't know!," he yells. Delilah watches from behind the door molding. She wonders if she's ever heard Anderson raise his voice before, "Find out and call me back do you hear me? Find out and call me back?"
He closes the phone violently and throws it on the couch. He exhales deeply, and turns to see her in the doorway.
"What's the matter?" she asks.
"Nothing, i just hate taking my shoes off and having to put them back on."
"What? Wait? Why?" she asks confused as she scurries back to the couch.
"What is it?"
"It's Allen, he's dead."
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