The saga continues: Gera came a long way. From Slave, to assassin and finally government official, then escaping Glint leaving behind a turmoil of emotions together with earthquakes and other catastrophes she is now back. A new Glint, many changes, a new Government too...not too stable yet with no apparent leader and seemingly in the strong hands of the Molesteri.
Gera, had lost her mind for a while, lost her memory, became a loner and watched the world from the edge until V snapped her out of it. Refreshed and stronger she even had an important talk with the chief of the Molesteri, Capitano Mendoza. A talk that might change her future considerably. But what happened to life itself? What about love, what about Dunnagh. He too had been gone and when he returned she did not recognize him. Now its weeks later, she has healed and meets him again on the porch of the police building. Dunnagh and Gera, what will become of them? We shall see:
12:20] Dunnagh Scarmon smiles to see her approach, getting to his feet and dusting off his seat..... the smile then faltering as she's been pretty bizarre lately if reports are to be believed.
[12:22] Gera Heliosense smiles vaguely and plays with her necklace:" Dunn....you are here..."
[12:23] Dunnagh Scarmon blinks uncertainly, nods his head, says quietly "Aye.... I'm 'ere, Gera."
[12:24] Gera Heliosense: She nods and steps closer, looking at him almost shy and not daring to touch him.
[12:25] Dunnagh Scarmon just stands there awkwardly, plainly not knowing what he should do.
[12:26] Dunnagh Scarmon: "So, ah-" he gestures weakly about them with his cigar "A nice day tehday, eh?"
[12:27] Gera Heliosense bites her lip and casts her eyes down, stroking a starnd of hair from her face nervously:" uhm...yes...a very nice day..." Briefly she looks up, searches in his eyes , then looks away again:" Have you...seen all the changes? Talk to anyone since your return?"
[12:29] Dunnagh Scarmon studies her, something very much different about her but hard to place. Then he nods his head again... "Aye... Been back a bit. Startin' teh get teh know the lay a the place."
[12:30] Gera Heliosense: She nods: " a chance to start anew
She looks a little melancholic and sighs.
[12:31] Dunnagh Scarmon bobs his head back and forth, side to side, not committing an opinion to that "I s'pose.... chance fohr opportunity's what I smell."
[12:32] Gera Heliosense lifts her head, glancing at him directly now, frowning slightly:" What kind of opportunity"
[12:36] Dunnagh Scarmon , keeps a steady, inspecting gaze upon her, his voice level when he answers: "Teh aquire things.... Things I want.... And things what be mine already."
[12:38] Gera Heliosense looks at him worried:" But be careful, the new government is very strict..." She pauses and and takes a deep breath: " And do you remeber what is yours already?"
[12:40] Dunnagh Scarmon snaps his head away with a little sneer and dismissive sound at her description of the government, his gaze snapping back upon her at her question, his gray eyes blazing and piercing: "'Course I bloody remember what is mine! Do you?!"
[12:43] Gera Heliosense trembles and folds her hands together to keep a calm appearance:" I know that...I used to be your wife...or maybe that was an illusion? I don't know anymore. So much happened...and time passed...and..I got lost.." She swallows and looks at him almost pleadingly:" Is that what you remeber too?"
[12:47] Dunnagh Scarmon: "I don't 'remember' 'avin' you as me wife- you ARE me wife yeh daft thing! I should mebbe consider puttin' some kinda marker on you so yeh don't fohrget again.... And fohr the rest a it, well- seems you did get lost.... Ran from all 'oo loved you, inteh the dark fohrest all fohr some a'venture.... Guess the rest a us was too borin' and plain."
[12:51] Gera Heliosense: She goes pale but hope flres up in her dark eyes now. " Oh Dunnagh, my beloved sir. I was not looking for adventure. I was....sick for a while, after all government was overthrown, and the earthquakes and the destruction...and..."
She stops and looks at him, breathing rapid.
[12:53] Dunnagh Scarmon feigns an air of righteous indignation and offense, sniffing, crossing his arms..... "Well.... no place better'n a Carribbean island fohr recoverin' I shouldn't think.... nor with borin' friends and family about eh 'elp you back teh pink and rosey 'ealth."
[12:56] Gera Heliosense: You don't understand, Dunn" She frowns and watches him intense:" I had lost my mind. And i had to flee to survive. I lost count of time. "
[12:57] Gera Heliosense: and there was no one here anymore, there were no friends or family...
[12:58] Dunnagh Scarmon: "Scarmons don't 'flee', Gera.... Retreat maybe, but not flee. Fleein' ain't sexy. Retreatin' is the smart option sometimes, and smart is sexy.... plus it keeps you in one piece so you can come back and fight and win. Which is what we're doin' now, got it?"
"Now... I don't know 'bout friends in 'ere- it's as shifty a lot a cutthroats as ever there was- but family-"Dunnagh Scarmon eyes her, back standing close before her "You know you got family 'ere, my love."
[13:00] Gera Heliosense: She does not respond straight away, rather she blinks and frowns upon hereing him say "fleeing ain't sexy" Then in the middle of his continuation she aptruptly turns her back on him, about to leave
[13:06] Dunnagh Scarmon 's flash, teeth chomping down on the end of his smoke, ruining the draft of it, snarling around it "Shore.... run off again, then...."
[13:09] Gera Heliosense: She turns her head wildly:" Thats all you ever said, "sure run" as if you couldn't wait to get rid of me!...but thats fine..its fine..." her voice breaks and and she takes a deep breath:" Fleeing ain't sexy....isn't that what you say? Leaving all decisions to one person isn't either...my sir"
08:01] Dunnagh Scarmon hands have bunched into tight fists, his teeth setting hard together so that he growls through them to repeat: "Leaving all decisions to one..... Is that directed teh me or teh yohrself?!"
[08:06] Gera Heliosense: She swirls around like a derwisch and bangs her fists against his chest:" To you! Always you! You! You! You!" And with every "You" her small hard fists hit him, surprisingly strong. Her eyes are filled with tears, her cheeks flushed, her hair is flying, she looks a picture of a fury.
[08:12] Dunnagh Scarmon takes the punches onto his broad chest, scowling down upon her, letting her expend herself on him, not attempting to speak over her, his eyes hot and flashing with a bubbling rage that threatens to burst out of the pot if he's not very, very careful. When he speaks his words are measured and enunciated, his efforts to contain the fire behind them pretty obvious. "Me, eh? I made all yohr decisions fohr you, did I? Twas me what 'ad you run off with this one, or run off with that one, or egged you on teh gettin' shit on by another one. Sure. Me." He bends over at the waist to get his face down closer to her's glaring into the big brown eyes, hissing at her now "Go a'ead and tell yohrself that, then, if that's what yeh need teh do.... I'll take it! My final gift teh you, Gera!"
[08:23] Gera Heliosense: She stares at him, her brown eyes wide and vulnerable like those of a child :" Your final gift?...your final gift???...Why do you say that? why do you always say such cruel things.....?" She feels hot tears running down her cheeks now and wipes them off with an erratic move of her hand, so harsh that it leaves marks on her pale soft flushed skin. Her other hand that had clawed into his shirt becomes limp and she lets go of him. Her next words are a mere whisper:" I don't know what you mean about others...I don't know..." She breaks off and looks down, wiping fresh tears away.
[08:26] Dunnagh Scarmon has already turned from her, staring off onto the green. "I'm so bad and awful and controllin' teh you anyway, eh? Wellll..... I never realized 'ow awful a bastard I was.... the you anyway. So go then..... Nothin's 'oldin' you teh me.... Go make yohr own life. Mistress a yohr own destiny."
[08:29] Gera Heliosense: She narrows her eyes to concentrate on his last words, said so matter of fact, so final that it feels like an iron fist enclosing her heart. Unable to speak she just nods, totally defeated. She turns around and walks away from him, the man she loves...walks away, silent, wiping her face...