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Her heart is a Map

second "nice troll" story posted for acostilow these guys are all mine. 
Her heart is a map

Saphy thinks I took the news of her being a Troll well.  I guess I did, for me, in the past I would have just blocked out what she was saying; what I was seeing at her apartment.  But I have seen things over the years; I’ve seen Gawain heal people who should have died, I’ve seen my Sister know things she should never know, things only my cat would know, and I’ve seen my Brother know what is about to happen to people.  I’ve learned enough not to completely disbelieve; but I’m not sure I want to believe either.  

Saphy’s bedroom is a soft mossy clearing in a small woods, the really creepy thing about her apartment is that I can still see the walls of the apartment like a shadow through the trees.  Her bed is a feather bed with silk sheets and a thick soft down comforter.  It’s cool enough in her bedroom that we can curl up under the covers and not be too hot, but maybe that’s because the winter has sunk into my bones.  Saphy is cool in my arms as we rest after lovemaking, the fear behind her eyes has faded and been replaced with the familiar warmth I’m used to seeing.  Now that she is comfortable with me again I can ask.  

“What is it like?”

“What?” she asks, eyes becoming guarded again.

“Being a Troll,” It’s a simple statement but saying it took all of my energy, now I don’t want the answer, I just want to sleep.  

“I don’t know, what’s it like to be human,” she is trying to sound light and happy, but it’s not fooling me.  

“Well.  Let’s see…”

“It’s OK Ryes,” she sighs, “I see humans all the time.”

“I shouldn’t have asked,” I say.  I really mean it; I wish I hadn’t asked, now she’s upset.  I hate upsetting people.

“No, you should know.  I was born in 1890, with the subway.”

“Ummm…” that just doesn’t make sense, she’s my age, she has to be my age.  We went to school together.

“I know, I don’t look a day over thirty.  I could look different I suppose, but I like being the same age as you.”

“I’m having trouble thinking of you as over one hundred years old.”

“Yes, well.  I am.  I was born with the subway as I said.  It’s a human thing, you make something, you make a Sprit for it,” I don’t understand, but I nod anyway, “look at it like this, when you make a book, you put a little bit of your self in it.  You know you do,” and I know I do.  I nod again, “anyway, think of it this way, you make a book, just you.  Think how many people work to make a subway, or build a bridge, or a building.  I don’t know exactly how it works, but there are a whole bunch of us.  And we take care of what we came to life in.  I take care of the subway, there are others that are Trolls for the different lines and what not, but I was the first, I’m the oldest.  It’s my responsibility,” her words remind me of how I felt after my parents died.  How they left me with the twins to take care of.  “Anyway,” Saphy continues, “that’s all it is I guess.  Other than protecting things, we are just like you.”

“Well you seem to live a lot longer.”

“Yes,” she says in a sad little voice, then she brightens again, “I can do a few other things as well.”

“Like?” I ask mirroring her brightness.

“This,” she says.  Then a slight feeling of disorientation and then we are standing in a subway station.
  
“Ummm…Saphy, aren’t you cold?” she looks me over and then down at herself.

“Oh crap,” she says and grabs me quickly, then we are back in her bedroom.

“How did you do that?”

“I can be anywhere on the subway lines.  It’s like it is part of my body,” she looks at me shyly for a minute then she says, “sometimes I can be where you are.”

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acostilow
May. 5th, 2006 12:24 am (UTC)
Awwwwwwwww! I love the last line.
bodgei
May. 5th, 2006 12:31 am (UTC)
what he dosen't know is... well it woudl spoil anohter piece (if you wan tot read it it is here http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/26881984/ )

I realy like Saph and Ryes. I wish I coudl wirte "harder fiction" but if soft fluffy things are my calling then jus tcall me the "soft fluffy pink queen"
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