Faye started shivering harder, the cold making her wish for the numbness of Alyria. The treacherous thought was beat and stung, tossed from her mind, punished. Never.
She clenched her fingers tighter together, feeling her fingers' straining muscles protesting the treatment. The struggle was tugging at her energy store. The cold was making her weak. She needed heat.
But she was not going to let on if she could help it. She would hold out, stay strong, and wait for her dear friend.
Letting long strands of black fall down like a frame, light bangs softening her sweet face, she soaked up the slight addition of warmth her long hair offered. As she swept her fingers through her locks lightly, she tried to throw her mind onto a heartening topic. Pulling thoughts and memories from her mind with each brush. Only one topic filled her mind enough to shield the cold and this topic only made her heart colder.
Gabriel... His image filled her mind.
No. She closed her eyes and released the thoughts with a shake of her head.
"Keovari..."
--
Keovari Seriph had his eyes open wide. His senses were unfocused, spread wide around them waiting for a perception of the Lady's unmistakable self or the more unfamiliar shadows of the strangers. He felt Faye shivering harder and knew he'd have to get her out of the air.
No matter how much he wanted to wait for Lady Mystical here, he had to get his charge to a safe place. He wanted to take care of Faye, too. Torn between the two problems, he was jolted by her soft voice.
"Yes, Faye." He said neutrally, curious to what she might say.
"Keovari... I miss him. I know that it may be silly to say it now, it is obvious. But i miss him. I can't do this." Defeat. He cringed at the defeat he heard in her tones, a sound so rarely sung by this strong woman. His steady eyes turned, boring inside of her to find emptiness and foggy loss. Faye finally turned her eyes upon, their vivacity beating into him, and draining painfully. He watched, horrified, as her breath seemed to send out her feelings with each try.
Don't you give up, now!
--
Faye could think of nothing more pleasant and simple then giving up and giving in. How easy it would be to never have think about things, to never feel, nor worry about unleashing Alyria's wrath.
How easy and beautiful.
"You idiot, don't give up now!" His words were harsh but they snapped her back Clicked into place.
Angrily, she remembered.
"I want to. He cannot know me. I cannot know him. Life is empty!"
She clenched her fingers tighter together, feeling her fingers' straining muscles protesting the treatment. The struggle was tugging at her energy store. The cold was making her weak. She needed heat.
But she was not going to let on if she could help it. She would hold out, stay strong, and wait for her dear friend.
Letting long strands of black fall down like a frame, light bangs softening her sweet face, she soaked up the slight addition of warmth her long hair offered. As she swept her fingers through her locks lightly, she tried to throw her mind onto a heartening topic. Pulling thoughts and memories from her mind with each brush. Only one topic filled her mind enough to shield the cold and this topic only made her heart colder.
Gabriel... His image filled her mind.
No. She closed her eyes and released the thoughts with a shake of her head.
"Keovari..."
--
Keovari Seriph had his eyes open wide. His senses were unfocused, spread wide around them waiting for a perception of the Lady's unmistakable self or the more unfamiliar shadows of the strangers. He felt Faye shivering harder and knew he'd have to get her out of the air.
No matter how much he wanted to wait for Lady Mystical here, he had to get his charge to a safe place. He wanted to take care of Faye, too. Torn between the two problems, he was jolted by her soft voice.
"Yes, Faye." He said neutrally, curious to what she might say.
"Keovari... I miss him. I know that it may be silly to say it now, it is obvious. But i miss him. I can't do this." Defeat. He cringed at the defeat he heard in her tones, a sound so rarely sung by this strong woman. His steady eyes turned, boring inside of her to find emptiness and foggy loss. Faye finally turned her eyes upon, their vivacity beating into him, and draining painfully. He watched, horrified, as her breath seemed to send out her feelings with each try.
Don't you give up, now!
--
Faye could think of nothing more pleasant and simple then giving up and giving in. How easy it would be to never have think about things, to never feel, nor worry about unleashing Alyria's wrath.
How easy and beautiful.
"You idiot, don't give up now!" His words were harsh but they snapped her back Clicked into place.
Angrily, she remembered.
"I want to. He cannot know me. I cannot know him. Life is empty!"
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