Black and Red

[Tyler Dias]

“So we made it in time. . .”
He murmured after her and felt the breeze of the ocean that surrounded most of this cave, clambering out a little way behind her. The sun not having risen yet was good news to him but he couldn’t remember much of his own preferences anymore, at the time and was searching for an impacting thought when another slice of the same pain went through him.
Leaving him more vulnerable and flooding with his own ideas that had flown away from his skull only two seconds ago.

The sand and everything he saw was no longer as pixilated and he found the supernatural senses gone. It struck him to be worse than when it had arrived.
“It’s . . . not here anymore; I’ve gone back to normal.”
He said with disdain and quietly, unsurely, shifting his eyes, which had returned to its normal colour and constricted in size though he didn’t know but assumed.

[Harriet Channing]

“Oh my god! It’s . . . really gone!”
She smiled with the greatest wash of relief and fell to her knees in exaggerated weariness, digging her hands into the sandy dirt to feel.
There were no tears of joy like she would’ve thought there’d be, but she was very relieved and more relaxed than before, except she still had second considerations about the whole event. She just didn’t want to seem like she was paranoid about it, more than he was anyway, throwing caution to the winds and taking that it was over.

“Are you a hundred percent sure you’re back to normal? I can see there’s been the huge change but. . . Anyway, we should get back now. I’m . . . so unbelievably . . . relieved.”
All the minutes ago, she had thought she might die or something but it wasn’t going to happen now so she dusted herself and got up from the dirt, blushing from embarrassment since he was watching her so intently for an answer.

“You don’t think it will . . . come back, do you?”

[Tyler Dias]

There wasn’t the greatest wash of relief for him because it had been quite the experience to feel and see things like that, it was more than the norm and he liked it, but it wasn’t the time to disagree since he was in pain for awhile too.
Only, he supposed it could be something he could get used to and learn from; she wouldn’t have to know, no one had to know unless they found out on their own.

“I think I’m a hundred percent back to normal. There’s nothing that says I’m not.”
He didn’t look as happy but he had been secretly exhausted with keeping his conscience (personal sanity) throughout, approaching the pathway they had come from and seeing the fading footprints.

Inside, he was hoping it would come back for the better and it wasn’t completely true that there was nothing to say that he was himself because there were still the involuntary motions and unjustified thoughts. . .
Those made the ending seem like a lie.

[Harriet Channing]

"Nothing that says you're not?"
She looked at him closely and went toward him with a sceptical expression, squinting one eye as if judging him very critically. As she went over, she pretended to be very distrusting again and tread cautiously, her hands out as if to balance herself, on purpose.

"And what if there's nothing that says you are? or atleast, not enough evidence that you are back to yourself?"
She smiled cheesily and tilted her hide sideways in both direction, in one row as if fascinated by what his reaction would be, toward the uncalled for playfulness.
It was only a joke but if there was anything fun, she'd see to it that it seemed so much more real; like she meant something more than a shallow feeling.

"Anyway, fine, fine cause whatever."
Sticking out her tongue at him quickly, she turned and flipped her hair to move the tresses away from her neck, obviously liking to show off the mane of gold, taking a few steps away from him again before calling.

"Are you coming or not? We can't stand here all day. And i was kidding about classes, i don't intend to go back so soon, now that we're out of there. There meaning the cave."

[Tyler Dias]

He didn't repeat his words and merely nodded to agree with himself because she didnt seem to believe him, again.
Only, she must have been kidding him since she wasn't all that serious and within seconds, confirmed it all by her own words.

"There could be enough evidence but you don't know me well enough to judge now do you?"
Smirking, he watched her tilting her head and playfully interested; she was so much like a child and yet enough to be more mature than he was in some respects, it was funny.

"Whatever then."
Mimicking her, he put on the mocking voice and then following her at a trot until he caught up with her after she had turned with her hair that could've slapped his face. She had done that deliberately but he wasn't too bothered nonetheless. Instead, he rather admired her spontaneous act and her hair itself.

"So, if we don't go back to the classes and you don't let me have my peace back down, in there, then where could we go?
There isn't a place, and besides, you didn't have to pretend to be a goody goody to get me out here. What was your agenda?"

[Harriet Channing]

"Don't you copy me, boy!"
He gave her the sudden urge to want to smack him for his cheekiness, which was always deliberate and he never quite stopped being mischevious the entire time they had met so it would be justified if someone, anyone, to hit him like she was going to.
She turned back to him when he had caught up, smirked and moved closer so he wouldn't notice that her hand was reaching behind his head, raising higher.

"And don't you know when to stop twisting things around like that? You are exhausting."
Saying this slowly to keep his attention, she sighed as if something was wrong and pouted with widened eyes that watered to look at him like a puppy dog. Putting on an air of cuteness, if that was even really working, and paused her hand before letting it come down to push his head forward in a light whack.

"I didn't say i knew where we could go, for all i know we could go anywhere and since you knew the cave, don't pretend you don't know about other interesting places.
How can you say i'm a goody goody? It's not like i had an agenda to meet you but i wouldn't tell you, if i had one, anyway."