Faye ignored Rosiel completely. She did not respond as he tried to pull her behind the tree with him. She stood steady, staring at the now visible inn. She felt the other presences, but ignored them. Unimportant. They were all unimportant. If Alyria came free, they would all be completely unimportant. That is... if they could even 'be' any longer.
She closed her eyes for a moment, pleading desperately with some unknown forces. Begging.
Please, let this work. Let me not cause pain. Let me enjoy the company of Gabriel again, without worry, without strain. Let me not lose my sanity in Alyria's anger.
When she opened them again, her blue eyes were shining with tears. Her view of the Seven Roses was obscured, twisting dreamily. A seconds pause, "I am sorry for anything regrettable I may do, Rosiel."
She ran.
Dashing for the front of the building, her quickest way to what she was praying was safety, she fell into a sort of gentle dreamy rhythm. Her footsteps crunched the frozen ground and snow in a beat, beat, beat. She swiftly lifted her skirts and her pace quickened.
She stopped as she reached the front. Staring at the group at the door, quite the scene in her wet clothes, flying hair and burning eyes. She looked steadily at each, returning every look with daggers from her own. She stepped slowly up to the door and placed her hand on the door, sensing the warmth of life leaning to it's other side. She closed her eyes and began to push slowly, focusing all the strength of the vampire into her arm.
"Whoever is there, please move away. I will not stop for you, if I do I believe you will regret the greater pain doing so would cause."
She pressed slowly, preferring not to damage the door or cause harm to anyone inside by using too much force, but steadily used more pressure. Rosiel and the group behind her were now outside her realm of consciousness. As the door began to give way easily behind her strength, she stepped in, making her way through at the first chance. The warmth hit her first, enjoying the slight tingling behind her eyes, wishing only that she could feel that sweet sensation as humans would. She neglected the door behind her, stepping further in.
"Gabriel." She said softly, before examining the state of the room, the name slipping of her lips in a rush of the fear, joy, and the simple pangs of love.
Finally her eyes found him, taking him in as she had not allowed them to when she first saw him those fleeting moments. It all came back in torrents, the strange ache in her chest, the bitter tears, the anger and loneliness. Alyria flitted at the edges of Faye's consciousness. In Faye's ears, Alyria's soft laughter. In her mind, the vague grin of lips like Faye's but somehow emanating evil.
More fearful, feeling her sanity being strained away, she took a step forward. Her eyes still fixed on his face.
"Gabriel," her voice now pleading as she had pleaded with the gods moments ago. She wanted to run to him that moment. To enjoy again the safety and comfort he had always given. But her fear of his reaction, as well as her growing fear of what would happen with Alyria, kept her still. The knife he held reminding her that things were not right, that even if Alyria was held back and they were reunited, things may not be well.
But she could not turn back now.
She would not.
She closed her eyes for a moment, pleading desperately with some unknown forces. Begging.
Please, let this work. Let me not cause pain. Let me enjoy the company of Gabriel again, without worry, without strain. Let me not lose my sanity in Alyria's anger.
When she opened them again, her blue eyes were shining with tears. Her view of the Seven Roses was obscured, twisting dreamily. A seconds pause, "I am sorry for anything regrettable I may do, Rosiel."
She ran.
Dashing for the front of the building, her quickest way to what she was praying was safety, she fell into a sort of gentle dreamy rhythm. Her footsteps crunched the frozen ground and snow in a beat, beat, beat. She swiftly lifted her skirts and her pace quickened.
She stopped as she reached the front. Staring at the group at the door, quite the scene in her wet clothes, flying hair and burning eyes. She looked steadily at each, returning every look with daggers from her own. She stepped slowly up to the door and placed her hand on the door, sensing the warmth of life leaning to it's other side. She closed her eyes and began to push slowly, focusing all the strength of the vampire into her arm.
"Whoever is there, please move away. I will not stop for you, if I do I believe you will regret the greater pain doing so would cause."
She pressed slowly, preferring not to damage the door or cause harm to anyone inside by using too much force, but steadily used more pressure. Rosiel and the group behind her were now outside her realm of consciousness. As the door began to give way easily behind her strength, she stepped in, making her way through at the first chance. The warmth hit her first, enjoying the slight tingling behind her eyes, wishing only that she could feel that sweet sensation as humans would. She neglected the door behind her, stepping further in.
"Gabriel." She said softly, before examining the state of the room, the name slipping of her lips in a rush of the fear, joy, and the simple pangs of love.
Finally her eyes found him, taking him in as she had not allowed them to when she first saw him those fleeting moments. It all came back in torrents, the strange ache in her chest, the bitter tears, the anger and loneliness. Alyria flitted at the edges of Faye's consciousness. In Faye's ears, Alyria's soft laughter. In her mind, the vague grin of lips like Faye's but somehow emanating evil.
More fearful, feeling her sanity being strained away, she took a step forward. Her eyes still fixed on his face.
"Gabriel," her voice now pleading as she had pleaded with the gods moments ago. She wanted to run to him that moment. To enjoy again the safety and comfort he had always given. But her fear of his reaction, as well as her growing fear of what would happen with Alyria, kept her still. The knife he held reminding her that things were not right, that even if Alyria was held back and they were reunited, things may not be well.
But she could not turn back now.
She would not.
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