Deadly C l i c h e
Leeloo watched David's face carefully. She saw the emotions in his face and identified them as similar to the ones she was feeling. His eyes took her breath away and his smile set her free from all the pain she had experienced. "I am glad, that you can accept me for being nothing else but me." A delicate blush spread on her soft cheeks and she smiled shyly. "And I do not care what you see or hear. It doesn't matter if things are real or illusion. All that matters is that
you are real and standing beside me. You are so important. I would have never thought someone would ever be this important. Even if this is just a dream, I hope it never ends. But to share such a secret with someone as special as you... you are truly an Angel. You dropped down with such grace and kindness..." She smiled, happy.
Then Leeloo saw David's expression and her brain figured he must've seen something. She ignored it. "I see. One more thing, my emotions are stronger than a humans by hundred fold. Your a good person. I'm glad I met you." The last bit, she whispered like she was ashamed. She blushed a deeper shade of red and looked down. Her long hair fell in front of her face like a curtain of reddish honey.
David was unsure on how to respond to her. Daivd had studied people such as Leeloo when getting his Pyshcology degree, only Leeloo was not human. She wanted to love and be loved so bad that she would receive anyone. David knew he was a good person and that he would never abuse his friendship with her, but what if she wished to trust others? The thought of someone taking advantage of a person like her sickened him. The world needed more trusting people, but even more so, the world needed to be more trustworthy.
"Hey now," soothed David,"I am no more important than any other person- not you, not your friends back their, not the President of America, nor a hooker on a street corner of LA. We all share an equal share in life, but dear, how do you know I am what I say I am? How may you trust me so freely? Perhaps I just do not understand the magnitude of your multipied emotions, but I have something just as great. I have passion. My passions are what make me love so easily and see so clearly, but I do not understand how emotion merits immideate love. Tell me dear. What is your passion? "
While David tried his best to ignore the horned maiden at his right, she moved towars the pair. The ilusionary succubus laid her head on David's back and began to speak in a language David could not understand.
"Who don't we keep moving dear, while we talk. I still need to talk to a clerk about my room. If you would be so kind as to lead me there, I would be very grateful," David said, and the succubus hissed in his ear.
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