09-14-2015, 05:26 PM
love is a temporary madness...
She isn’t entirely certain she has the fortitude to deal with this today, but nonetheless she will. Despite appearances, she is a strong woman. She will carry on just as generations before her have done. But then Kushiel surprises her. (When isn’t he surprising her?) Her name is followed by a gruff question about her appearance. It is not the question that astonishes her, but rather the emotion behind it. Her ability is growing stronger, and even when she might not wish to feel such things, when she is in such close proximity, it is impossible not to. He is actually concerned for her.
As he begins to circle her, inspecting her battered frame, she can only stare at him in surprise. Fortunately, he continues without waiting for her answer. His trademark humor is very much in evidence today. Having had time to reflect however, she has come to the conclusion that he uses his wit and sarcasm as a mask of sorts. For whatever reason, he seems to believe it better that others see him as irresponsible and brash rather intelligent and (mostly) competent. That is one thing she doubts she will ever understand about him.
His next question gives her pause. She briefly considers lying about what had happened. But she is a terrible liar. She has rarely had the need to do so. She also contemplates simply remaining mute on the point, but knowing him, he would pester her about it until she could no longer take it. So, in the end, she does tell him, albeit a greatly abbreviated version of the tale.
“I never saw the other guy. It was an accident, I think. He… he was inside my head.”
She is more than capable of defending herself. Deadly, in fact, should she so choose. But it is impossible to fight an assailant you cannot see, an assailant who can control your body at will. She shudders at the memory, the action starting a shiver across her body as though it were the depths of winter. The remembered fear lurches within her wildly before she hastily tamps it down. The only thing that makes the entire experience even remotely less traumatizing is the fact that she does not believe the stallion controlling her had done any of it intentionally. It seems to have been more of an accident on his part, a reflex of sorts.
Fortunately his next words manage to bring her back from the brink. She comes back to reality with a jolt. It takes her moment to process the words, but when she does, she laughs. It is a rather hollow laugh, mostly devoid of humor. It seems she is to have no secrets from him. Rather than irritating her, the thought is oddly comforting. She is not sure if it is the circumstance, or if he is actually affecting her so strongly, but she finds herself wanting to lean on him, on his strength.
“I do have a daughter.”
The words hang heavily in the air for a long moment before she clarifies them, turning her gaze onto the sleeping filly.
“But this is not she. This is my sister, Lirren. I… just found her.”
She stops then, unable to continue around the lump in her throat. She had not expected to find her mother after all of these years. And then to find her, only to watch her die. She wonders if these torments will ever end.
As he begins to circle her, inspecting her battered frame, she can only stare at him in surprise. Fortunately, he continues without waiting for her answer. His trademark humor is very much in evidence today. Having had time to reflect however, she has come to the conclusion that he uses his wit and sarcasm as a mask of sorts. For whatever reason, he seems to believe it better that others see him as irresponsible and brash rather intelligent and (mostly) competent. That is one thing she doubts she will ever understand about him.
His next question gives her pause. She briefly considers lying about what had happened. But she is a terrible liar. She has rarely had the need to do so. She also contemplates simply remaining mute on the point, but knowing him, he would pester her about it until she could no longer take it. So, in the end, she does tell him, albeit a greatly abbreviated version of the tale.
“I never saw the other guy. It was an accident, I think. He… he was inside my head.”
She is more than capable of defending herself. Deadly, in fact, should she so choose. But it is impossible to fight an assailant you cannot see, an assailant who can control your body at will. She shudders at the memory, the action starting a shiver across her body as though it were the depths of winter. The remembered fear lurches within her wildly before she hastily tamps it down. The only thing that makes the entire experience even remotely less traumatizing is the fact that she does not believe the stallion controlling her had done any of it intentionally. It seems to have been more of an accident on his part, a reflex of sorts.
Fortunately his next words manage to bring her back from the brink. She comes back to reality with a jolt. It takes her moment to process the words, but when she does, she laughs. It is a rather hollow laugh, mostly devoid of humor. It seems she is to have no secrets from him. Rather than irritating her, the thought is oddly comforting. She is not sure if it is the circumstance, or if he is actually affecting her so strongly, but she finds herself wanting to lean on him, on his strength.
“I do have a daughter.”
The words hang heavily in the air for a long moment before she clarifies them, turning her gaze onto the sleeping filly.
“But this is not she. This is my sister, Lirren. I… just found her.”
She stops then, unable to continue around the lump in her throat. She had not expected to find her mother after all of these years. And then to find her, only to watch her die. She wonders if these torments will ever end.
elysteria