I look at Ellipsis. She has her arms crossed and she's pouting, but I still have a smile on my face. This pose has grown to be my favourite. She is a woman, but this reveals a childish side of her.
"Ellipsis, come here," I say, opening my arms so that she can come into them.
"No," she says firmly, turning her back to me, "I-I can't go down there, you can't go down there!"
"And why not?" I ask. I'm standing behind her now, my hand raised to stroke her hair but she quickly turns, running into me, and my hand instead goes to the space in her back between her shoulder blades. Her arms are crushed beneath her chest as she looks up at me with wide eyes.
"B-because . . . my . . . father," I smile. I know she is stuttering because of our closeness. I surpress a shiver.
"Screw your father," I say, immediately regretting the words. Her eyes become wider, if it is even possible. I worry, and a wrinkle creases my forehead as I try to regain my composure, but I am surprised when a smile breaks across her face.
"Excuse me?" she asks, smiling and leaning up on her tippy toes.
"I said, screw your father," I lean down a plant my lips on hers. Our kiss is deep, and it sweeps me graciously into it's open arms. We stay like that for a while, until I realize that we are suppose to be down the cliff. I hoist her into my arms, kissing her all the while until she shrieks and pulls away as I lift off the ground. She shrinks into my chest for the second time that day, and I smile again. I'm sure I look like the happiest goof ever.