Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
Of all the doubts cursing through his secluded mind the most notable is a simple question. Can he handle the game again? Not the sport itself, no Mark Windham while aged since the last visit to his former world, can handle the physical nature of the beast. The game doubt speaks of is played in Windham’s head.
Sanity to Mark is at best a loose grip and at its worst a gapping hole in reality, underlying the exact reasons why the Lost Soul has chosen distance over society.
If he reenters the ring and challenges those who oppose him the game will begin. It’s one Windham hasn’t won for quite some time, however surely if you play long enough you’ll win.
Is this all the man has now? It’s suicidal to mount all your chips on the odds.
“I shouldn’t. I really, really shouldn’t.” Windham’s companion grins embarrassingly as she flops on the queen size bed.
A second later Sunshine Del Payne’s bed, if not the earth, shakes violently. Windham checks out of his world and manages a wry smile. “You’re not right. You know this don’t you?”
“This is my time. I’ll be damned if I don’t deserve it.” Sunshine bursts out into uncontrollable laughter. “I see for the full experience you have to tell yourself its fun.”
Mark bites his tongue what could be said is for another time. He wonders if she knows. For the past three years the Lost Soul has virtually kept no company. Divorced by his wife, betrayed by his best friend, and shunned by his real brother Troy Windham, Mark has been steadfast in his refusal to let anyone in. Anyone but her, she’s different one look at her wrists where past wounds are all but healed tells him so.
He wonders if she knows. The relationship has moved about as slow as the day of the awakening. He wants more, it’s not hard to sense that she does as well. In the darkness that hid Windham, Del Payne has been the light, the introduction to safety. Sunshine shouldn’t have to wonder, he should tell her. Start with what’s on his mind currently before stepping bravely into everything.
“Well, unless you’re going to talk to me I’ve got another quarter.”
“See one day you won’t need me for anything.”
Sunshine bolts straight up her pale strong hands grip the ends of her hair. “Oh my God. A sense of humor I wasn’t sure if I believed in the myth.”
Windham gently kneels beside Sunshine. As his mouth opens to respond, his blue eyes answer in place of words. She was a project at first, a broken soul that Windham sought to mend. One look, her energy reaches for more than a protector. At this stage of silence what more could language really say.
“I’m sorry.” For Mark sorry is always a good place to start. “I’ve been out of touch lately. You deserve better. Well, not a lot better let’s be honest.”
Sunshine happily kicks Windham in the chest.
“I’m coming back for him. It’s the only reason I have.” Sunshine slowly takes
Windham’s left hand, for tonight it’s a good place to start. She knows Mark’s agenda and she knows there’s more than one.
“I’m torn between being an agent of death or change.” A painfully honest admission from the Lost Soul one that states the game will be well played. “I can’t handle the burden alone.”
Sunshine squeezes her hand further into Windham’s, her fears and doubts further through his pain. “You’re not alone. If you know nothing about me or care to know nothing more please understand this. I’ve got too much damn time invested I’m not letting you exist without me.” Sunshine playfully pulls Mark off the bed and with her arms nearly lost around his frame leads to the balcony, leaving zero to chance or for Windham to wonder.
It’s dark and the wind unleashes fury upon any timid foe. The couple stays wrapped in the other’s arms, eyeing society and the lack of distance from the Lost Soul.
The moment is broken by Mark’s phone he laughs and searches for the right to answer.
“Hello? Thelma!” Mark’s delight is the perfect note. “I’ve missed you too. Yes baby, your daddy,” He’s waited too long to say but now it rings true. “We’re coming home soon.”
Sanity to Mark is at best a loose grip and at its worst a gapping hole in reality, underlying the exact reasons why the Lost Soul has chosen distance over society.
If he reenters the ring and challenges those who oppose him the game will begin. It’s one Windham hasn’t won for quite some time, however surely if you play long enough you’ll win.
Is this all the man has now? It’s suicidal to mount all your chips on the odds.
“I shouldn’t. I really, really shouldn’t.” Windham’s companion grins embarrassingly as she flops on the queen size bed.
A second later Sunshine Del Payne’s bed, if not the earth, shakes violently. Windham checks out of his world and manages a wry smile. “You’re not right. You know this don’t you?”
“This is my time. I’ll be damned if I don’t deserve it.” Sunshine bursts out into uncontrollable laughter. “I see for the full experience you have to tell yourself its fun.”
Mark bites his tongue what could be said is for another time. He wonders if she knows. For the past three years the Lost Soul has virtually kept no company. Divorced by his wife, betrayed by his best friend, and shunned by his real brother Troy Windham, Mark has been steadfast in his refusal to let anyone in. Anyone but her, she’s different one look at her wrists where past wounds are all but healed tells him so.
He wonders if she knows. The relationship has moved about as slow as the day of the awakening. He wants more, it’s not hard to sense that she does as well. In the darkness that hid Windham, Del Payne has been the light, the introduction to safety. Sunshine shouldn’t have to wonder, he should tell her. Start with what’s on his mind currently before stepping bravely into everything.
“Well, unless you’re going to talk to me I’ve got another quarter.”
“See one day you won’t need me for anything.”
Sunshine bolts straight up her pale strong hands grip the ends of her hair. “Oh my God. A sense of humor I wasn’t sure if I believed in the myth.”
Windham gently kneels beside Sunshine. As his mouth opens to respond, his blue eyes answer in place of words. She was a project at first, a broken soul that Windham sought to mend. One look, her energy reaches for more than a protector. At this stage of silence what more could language really say.
“I’m sorry.” For Mark sorry is always a good place to start. “I’ve been out of touch lately. You deserve better. Well, not a lot better let’s be honest.”
Sunshine happily kicks Windham in the chest.
“I’m coming back for him. It’s the only reason I have.” Sunshine slowly takes
Windham’s left hand, for tonight it’s a good place to start. She knows Mark’s agenda and she knows there’s more than one.
“I’m torn between being an agent of death or change.” A painfully honest admission from the Lost Soul one that states the game will be well played. “I can’t handle the burden alone.”
Sunshine squeezes her hand further into Windham’s, her fears and doubts further through his pain. “You’re not alone. If you know nothing about me or care to know nothing more please understand this. I’ve got too much damn time invested I’m not letting you exist without me.” Sunshine playfully pulls Mark off the bed and with her arms nearly lost around his frame leads to the balcony, leaving zero to chance or for Windham to wonder.
It’s dark and the wind unleashes fury upon any timid foe. The couple stays wrapped in the other’s arms, eyeing society and the lack of distance from the Lost Soul.
The moment is broken by Mark’s phone he laughs and searches for the right to answer.
“Hello? Thelma!” Mark’s delight is the perfect note. “I’ve missed you too. Yes baby, your daddy,” He’s waited too long to say but now it rings true. “We’re coming home soon.”
