She nodded, closing pained blue eyes. She spoke as she did, "What I am upset for is not my friends. I know now that they are safe together. My worries..." she sighed softly and opened her eyes, feeling as though she was shrinking in her fitted corset, "...Are elsewhere." She finished lamely.
As they started off, Faye relaxed slightly into the slight safety the angel offered. It would never frighten Alyria off that he was something holy, but it would certainly make her wait to burst through at least until the angel was not in physical contact with her body. Alyria would avoid any possibility of scaring her appearance, a 'virtue' she would be loathe to loose if she could avoid it. But Faye knew that depending on Alyria's vanity would not offer much protection, not for long. Alyria would grow bored. She would sacrifice a little temporary scarring.
Faye became suddenly aware that her hold on Rosiel's hand was getting tighter as she thought. Cheeks flushing, she loosened her fingers, transferring her tense grip to her other hand as she lifted her skirts slightly off the ground. It was habit, the soft fabrics comfortably in her grasp, lifted slightly and offering slightly more freeing movement, though her already damp skirts could not be saved from further damage.
Faye moved on silently and mechanically, focusing on her internal debates. She worked slowly, brining her body to build up what little more physical strength it would offer then. Pouring her energy into this reserve, holding it against the possibly taxing moments to come. More slowly, she tried to build up the sturdy wall between her consciousness and Alyria's. She felt, too powerfully, Alyria's fiery anger, and feared it. There were only minutes left before her singular strength would run out and the true vampire within took over. Faye felt with bitter disgust, the slight tinge of the old longing for blood. She needed to be with a Guardian. She needed Keovari, but she felt instinctively that Keovari's help would be overcome when she reached the Seven Roses again and faced Gabriel once more. Her emotions were nothing short of helpless, shattered, and seeing him as she had some hours ago, would very probably ignite Alyria just as well as would Keovari's leaving completely. Her hope banked on Gabriel's out-of-use, but equally meaningful Guardianship to her. In Faye's current condition, she was as likely to loose control by not being with Gabriel, as her fears suggested she would in the emotional emergency of being with him... And most importantly, she could not return to the Seven Roses, see him, and deny... Not again.
Deep down, Faye begged the fates to see that her thoughts even held meaning. Please, let him still be there... Let him know me...
Faye glanced at Rosiel, examining his face.
She banked her hope in her single possibility of safety. If she was wrong... If she was being directed more by her love and need for personal satisfaction... The pain she would cause to the people for whom she cared would be disastrous.
"Are we close?" She whispered harshly, the fears trying to manifest in tears, forcibly held back.
As they started off, Faye relaxed slightly into the slight safety the angel offered. It would never frighten Alyria off that he was something holy, but it would certainly make her wait to burst through at least until the angel was not in physical contact with her body. Alyria would avoid any possibility of scaring her appearance, a 'virtue' she would be loathe to loose if she could avoid it. But Faye knew that depending on Alyria's vanity would not offer much protection, not for long. Alyria would grow bored. She would sacrifice a little temporary scarring.
Faye became suddenly aware that her hold on Rosiel's hand was getting tighter as she thought. Cheeks flushing, she loosened her fingers, transferring her tense grip to her other hand as she lifted her skirts slightly off the ground. It was habit, the soft fabrics comfortably in her grasp, lifted slightly and offering slightly more freeing movement, though her already damp skirts could not be saved from further damage.
Faye moved on silently and mechanically, focusing on her internal debates. She worked slowly, brining her body to build up what little more physical strength it would offer then. Pouring her energy into this reserve, holding it against the possibly taxing moments to come. More slowly, she tried to build up the sturdy wall between her consciousness and Alyria's. She felt, too powerfully, Alyria's fiery anger, and feared it. There were only minutes left before her singular strength would run out and the true vampire within took over. Faye felt with bitter disgust, the slight tinge of the old longing for blood. She needed to be with a Guardian. She needed Keovari, but she felt instinctively that Keovari's help would be overcome when she reached the Seven Roses again and faced Gabriel once more. Her emotions were nothing short of helpless, shattered, and seeing him as she had some hours ago, would very probably ignite Alyria just as well as would Keovari's leaving completely. Her hope banked on Gabriel's out-of-use, but equally meaningful Guardianship to her. In Faye's current condition, she was as likely to loose control by not being with Gabriel, as her fears suggested she would in the emotional emergency of being with him... And most importantly, she could not return to the Seven Roses, see him, and deny... Not again.
Deep down, Faye begged the fates to see that her thoughts even held meaning. Please, let him still be there... Let him know me...
Faye glanced at Rosiel, examining his face.
She banked her hope in her single possibility of safety. If she was wrong... If she was being directed more by her love and need for personal satisfaction... The pain she would cause to the people for whom she cared would be disastrous.
"Are we close?" She whispered harshly, the fears trying to manifest in tears, forcibly held back.
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