I saw what she was getting at, or rather I felt it. “Okay, you’re right,” I said. “You can’t do that by nizzic.”
She really was right. We had more important things to do than worry about what our bosses wanted from us or what came next. Only a fool walks into Paradise with a chip on his shoulder, searching for the ugliness behind the beauty. I’d been that fool for a long time, but now I’d earned myself a little time off. A vacation. “This is a holiday,” I said, turning her toward me so I could appreciate her perfect nakedness once again. I leaned over and kissed her chill, soft mouth. “It means ‘holy day’.”
My demon-woman reached up to me. “You certainly talk a lot, Wings. I think it’s time to stop talking again for a while.”
She was right again, and I was right to listen to her. In fact, at least for these few, fleeting moments, all was right with the world.
That doesn’t happen very often, of course, and those who know Eternity tell me it never lasts. We have to grab it when it’s there and hold on as long as we can, because that’s the only good we can know for certain. Everything else we are and everything else we do, whether it’s born in our bones and blood or spawned from our restless souls, is only an act of faith.