03-11-2017, 01:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-11-2017, 01:32 PM by Charlemagne.)
He is so beautiful, she notes to herself. Tall and imposing. A fortress unto himself. Only the greatest would dare attempt to scale his walls.
Only the best will succeed.
She indeed broken, cracked and repaired many times. But she has always had her blood to fall back on. Power to manipulate and control her surroundings. Her need for control... to conquer. To never let them see her vulnerability. To see her cry her weakness into the dark. She does mentally note the irony in this man before her. She barely knows him, and has already showed him the worst sides of herself.
What else is there to hide?
The thought of being so exposed to someone--anyone--makes her feel more than a little uncomfortable. The fact that it is this one... She turns a particular shade of embarrassed and attempts to put her emotions away.
He would never care for her in that way. So it would mean nothing to him.
She looks past Lior, her eyes trained on the place behind him. Trying to forget her previous thoughts and the heat in her face as he asks about magic, as if looking to ground himself to a different conversation. She speaks absently and without thought, too focused on trying to banish the thoughts of him and her from her mind. "A powerful magic. Peculiar and intoxicating. Different from mine. It was beautiful. But... I'm not sure how it was different."
She blinks. Brings her eyes back to Lior.
"I don't really remember now."
Only the best will succeed.
She indeed broken, cracked and repaired many times. But she has always had her blood to fall back on. Power to manipulate and control her surroundings. Her need for control... to conquer. To never let them see her vulnerability. To see her cry her weakness into the dark. She does mentally note the irony in this man before her. She barely knows him, and has already showed him the worst sides of herself.
What else is there to hide?
The thought of being so exposed to someone--anyone--makes her feel more than a little uncomfortable. The fact that it is this one... She turns a particular shade of embarrassed and attempts to put her emotions away.
He would never care for her in that way. So it would mean nothing to him.
She looks past Lior, her eyes trained on the place behind him. Trying to forget her previous thoughts and the heat in her face as he asks about magic, as if looking to ground himself to a different conversation. She speaks absently and without thought, too focused on trying to banish the thoughts of him and her from her mind. "A powerful magic. Peculiar and intoxicating. Different from mine. It was beautiful. But... I'm not sure how it was different."
She blinks. Brings her eyes back to Lior.
"I don't really remember now."