The Hitchhiker

[prometheus 2]

Clay

The darkness and the silence enveloped them locking them in a motionless vacuumn poised just beyond the sharp edge of their combined climax.
Motionless and silent they shared this determined union within them as Clays seed ebbed from him and Destinys aquiescent body received it. The soft warm rain released them from this internal bond and they melted into the ground below them soaking up the moist energy from above.

Clay rolled over on his back, his face to the pouring rain and opening his mouth drank until he began to laugh and sputter. He had never felt so alive, so aware, so..... loved. He turned to destiny and circled her open mouth with his finger, rising up on his elbow and leaning over. He placed a soft wet gentle kiss of gratitude on each closed eye and then on more upon her lips.

Rising up he pulled her up with him and looking in the direction of his easel saw that the wind had blown it down. His canvas lay face down on the wet grass.

Somehow it didn't seem to alarm him, if it was ruined he'd do another. He had no doubt that he could and would. In fact his mind was full of future paintings. He looked at Destiny and smiled as hand in hand they stepped closer to the painting on the wet ground.

 

[Honey_B]

The sun glistened, set high overhead in the expansive blue sky. The road stretched out to meet it, disappearing in the distant horizon. It was quiet, so quiet that it seemed as if even the insects had gone, getting themselves safely out of the heat. Destiny closed her blue eyes against the glare and thought about Clay. For the first time in his life, he had acknowledged his talent. The thought made her happy, and she smiled, thinking of the paintings he would create with those magnificent hands. She knew that she would miss him.

Destiny took out her deck of cards. She flipped over the first card and frowned. It depicted a mighty fortress, like those built during the middle ages. A dark and foreboding sky cast the castle in shadow. From the heaven, a bolt of lightening shot out and cleaved the stone structure nearly in two. Even as Destiny contemplated the meaning of the card, she heard the sound of a distant engine. She looked up. Whoever the tower was, she was about to meet him. A motorcycle was fast approaching.

OOC: The next character in Destiny's saga has already been chosen.

 

[Indigo Spirit]

Bryce

The engine missed a beat. A slight tremble in the mighty twin cylindered engine that had carried me so faithfully and drew my eyes to the gauges.

How far had I gone? How long had I been on this road? It didn't matter. Just as nothing mattered to me any longer except the road ahead of me. Not where it would take me, but what it took me away from, what I tried to forget and leave behind...

A dim light ahead, half the bulbs missing in the ancient sign but enough to tell me they supplied what I needed, and would veer off my course for.

Gasoline and coffee...it would take but a few minutes and I would be off again, back in my tiny world...and free.