Cletho - 11 - A regretful kiss Notes: One of the angstier ones I think, set in SL during the zombie apocalypse -------------- "Get away." Cleo's words come out clipped. She's staring at Etho, who stares back, his eyes tinted purple. "You're one- you're one of /them/ now. I can't- I can't trust you." "I'm not here to kill you," Etho says, backing away. He even pulls down his mask, seemingly in attempt to show he made no threat to her. "I- I wanted to warn you, actually. I think they're coming. I... don't know where Grian is." Cleo bites their lip. It's /Etho/. Etho's not known as a liar. "Alright." They say finally. "I believe you." There's a moment of silence between them. Finally, Etho speaks. "Things aren't looking good, are they?" He asks softly, glancing up at her. They look away. "They aren't." They say back. "I'm not ready for any wars to break out yet." "Unlike you," Etho laughs, but it dies quickly. His expression reforms into one of regret. "I wish we'd had a little more time." "We could've in Limited Life, as ironic as it is." Cleo points out. "I know." Etho stands and walks to Cleo. He's taller than her, just by a couple inches. "I'm sorry about- about everything." "And I know that too." She says. Cleo leans up and presses a quick kiss to his still exposed lips. "I'm leaving. Now, before they get here. I'll... I'll see you when this is over." They say as they pull back. And with that, the walk from the room without looking back.
Cletho hurt/comfort/hurt?? YES. They both feel a little bad about how Limited Life worked out I think. They make up in Secret Life but the guilt's still there
