[ OT ] Writing Workshop # 23 : Natural Dialogue

The magic is dripping from his fingertips. It falls to the ground in ribbons of energy, splashing across the cold asphalt. My breath is caught in my throat, just a shadow where that *thing* had been earlier. When he slowly turns to look at me, it ’ s with regret. A shiver runs up my spine. 
 
 “ Please don ’ t. ” My voice is a whisper. “ Please don ’ t kill me. Please. ” 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry darling. You ’ re unlucky. ” 
 
 “ Please don ’ t. Please. I won ’ t say a thing. ” I shake my head, eyes fixed on him, attempting to make him believe me. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry. ” With each step he takes towards me, I crawl backwards across the ground. 
 
 “ No, please no. Please don ’ t! ” My voice rises with each word, getting louder and louder. He grimaces, glancing around to see if unwanted attention is being focused on the two of us. Unfortunately, we ’ re alone. “ I won ’ t say anything, I won ’ t. ” The magic continues to drip like a leaky faucet, each splash flaring across the pavement in shades of green and blue. “ I promise. I promise you, I won ’ t breathe a word. ” 
 
 “ Darling. ” He ’ s got a frown on his face, eyes tracking along the building. While he ’ s looking everywhere else, I can ’ t take my eyes off of him. 
 
 “ Please, please don ’ t kill me! ” I can hear the hysteria entering my voice. Here I am, begging some mage to spare me. The frown spreads further across his face and his hand clenches into a fist. 
 
 “ Shush. ” There ’ s a light on above us, someone probably wondering what all the commotion is. 
 
 “ Please don ’ t. Please don ’ t. ” I hiccup with tears, shaking in terror as they blind me. I ’ m gasping with each heavier sob. “ Please... please don ’ t. ” 
 
 “ Ssh. ” The rough asphalt crunches underfoot and I cringe away, attempting to pull further away from him. Instead of the incoming flare of magic to burn me away, his hand simply runs over my head. He sighs, a sound of frustration. “ Son of a bitch. ” 
 
 “ Please, ” I croak out between sobs. 
 
 “ Calm down. I ’ m not going to. ” He gives another sigh as I rub at my face, attempting to at least clear my vision. “ What the hell am I going to do? ”
