20 . a kiss out of desperation . ( to alana bloom ; from abel gideon )
he kisses cause he has to. cleaving like only the crazy could. those with minds missing. their damages demanding anchor, solid land. a shore to crash to - which might salvation or sanity bring. alana is an iceberg. there is no foothold to foster fair wind elsewhere or means of garnering escape short of freezing to death. but even the bite of cold can burn, which she mimics with the stark sink of teeth. "not a life raft, gideon. just cynism and seawater." it is her o n l y warning.
she has been the only kind, good thing that he has encountered since his incarceration. the only which turned out to be the real deal. frederick had been been nothing but... ambition wrapped in a doctor’s suit. he is frightened in the moment after, not of her words, but of his actions, of the potential of losing her. it is a difficult thing to be alone, particularly with a mind you could not trust. a hall of funhouse mirrors. “i’m sorry, dr. bloom,” he apologizes profusely, as if perhaps he could make this act but another false memory. forgotten. how could he expect her to want him back? but the teeth? were they...? no, but a defense... “i don’t know what came over me.”