03-11-2017, 11:55 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-11-2017, 11:58 AM by Charlemagne.)
Carli takes a step back, sniffing the last of her tears away from her, wishing them away--much like the genie had seemed to do. Crying had never suited her; but the memory of the loss of her power, and the way she had given herself away for the cost of that power.... To receive nothing and end up more alone than ever.
It was humiliating.
The haziness of the memory was blurring itself together like a fog. The explicit details of such, she could not recall. But one thing was for sure--she would not give away herself to anyone again. Taunted and teased to the brink of pleasure and then carried off into a fog of her own forgetfulness, because magic was the drug that flowed in her veins.
She did not know how to cope without it.
"I don't remember everything," she whispers, more to herself but loud enough so he can hear. Her black mane was still hanging in strings in front of her face. "But I remember the magic. And the loneliness I felt afterwards." Never had she felt such loneliness, or emptiness. She looked up then, a slight breeze blowing her hair back.
She raises her head to look at him then, before one last tear escapes down the side of her face. Her sadness is put away behind a mask of determination. A hard look. She says nothing more to him, and just revels in his company. The beautiful swathe of black he cut across this scenery of white snow.
She could not be alone right now. She was not sure she wanted to be alone ever again.
The price of magic was no longer worth it.
And so, as a snow of renewal starts to fall, Carli captures a glance at Lior. "I'm sorry," she says.
"I didn't know who else to go to."
It was humiliating.
The haziness of the memory was blurring itself together like a fog. The explicit details of such, she could not recall. But one thing was for sure--she would not give away herself to anyone again. Taunted and teased to the brink of pleasure and then carried off into a fog of her own forgetfulness, because magic was the drug that flowed in her veins.
She did not know how to cope without it.
"I don't remember everything," she whispers, more to herself but loud enough so he can hear. Her black mane was still hanging in strings in front of her face. "But I remember the magic. And the loneliness I felt afterwards." Never had she felt such loneliness, or emptiness. She looked up then, a slight breeze blowing her hair back.
She raises her head to look at him then, before one last tear escapes down the side of her face. Her sadness is put away behind a mask of determination. A hard look. She says nothing more to him, and just revels in his company. The beautiful swathe of black he cut across this scenery of white snow.
She could not be alone right now. She was not sure she wanted to be alone ever again.
The price of magic was no longer worth it.
And so, as a snow of renewal starts to fall, Carli captures a glance at Lior. "I'm sorry," she says.
"I didn't know who else to go to."