Post by Eurydice on May 26, 2007 22:50:37 GMT -5
((Well... we never got this far, in the game. But eventually, in the Valas-with-a-guardian-complex scheme of things, it woulda happened. Set an indeterminite time before New Year))
You promised that you’d keep her safe.
You watch her lying there on the drab little bed, pale-skinned and sweating, shabby grey dress clinging to her tiny frame awkwardly as she sleeps. You watch her toss and turn fitfully, and you wonder what unhappy dreams are pressing that unhappy look onto her features.
You can almost see her dreaming, or so you imagine. You can almost see her facing off against the tall man with the wicked-looking bastard sword swinging carelessly at his side. You can almost see her fingers curled tight around the hilt of a beautifully wrought rapier, humming with power, and her eyes are dark and defiant, angry and full of pain. You can almost see her opponent lifting a hand to cast a spell as careless as a wave farewell.
And you can see something moving behind her eyes, some last, desperate plan, some counter-spell that takes all of her effort, and in a flash, then, the energy is cackling between the two of them; he’s bent back under the force of some invisible blow, but his hand is still outstretched, arcing red-hot energy through her, and she’s got some sort of feeble magical defense up, hazing around her in pale green, but the attack breaks through, and she’s on bended knee, shrieking in pain and fear, wordlessly begging for him to stop, begging for anyone to hear her and save her or end her misery. Her screams and sobs tear through every inch of you, and you try to get between the two of them, shield her from his attacks, but you’re rooted to the spot, straining forward and watching helplessly. And then, abruptly, you see the man topple backwards, lifeless and still. She stays kneeling there, eyes vacant, unseeing.
You snap awake, unsure as to how long you’ve been sleeping, wondering whether sitting by her side, the two of you dreamed together, or if you just imagined it. But you’re sitting there still, ready to catch her, hold her in wordless comforting, when she starts awake a moment later, crying in fear and relief. You’ll be by her side, in dreams or in the waking world.
Because you promised that you’d keep her safe.
You promised that you’d keep her safe.
You watch her lying there on the drab little bed, pale-skinned and sweating, shabby grey dress clinging to her tiny frame awkwardly as she sleeps. You watch her toss and turn fitfully, and you wonder what unhappy dreams are pressing that unhappy look onto her features.
You can almost see her dreaming, or so you imagine. You can almost see her facing off against the tall man with the wicked-looking bastard sword swinging carelessly at his side. You can almost see her fingers curled tight around the hilt of a beautifully wrought rapier, humming with power, and her eyes are dark and defiant, angry and full of pain. You can almost see her opponent lifting a hand to cast a spell as careless as a wave farewell.
And you can see something moving behind her eyes, some last, desperate plan, some counter-spell that takes all of her effort, and in a flash, then, the energy is cackling between the two of them; he’s bent back under the force of some invisible blow, but his hand is still outstretched, arcing red-hot energy through her, and she’s got some sort of feeble magical defense up, hazing around her in pale green, but the attack breaks through, and she’s on bended knee, shrieking in pain and fear, wordlessly begging for him to stop, begging for anyone to hear her and save her or end her misery. Her screams and sobs tear through every inch of you, and you try to get between the two of them, shield her from his attacks, but you’re rooted to the spot, straining forward and watching helplessly. And then, abruptly, you see the man topple backwards, lifeless and still. She stays kneeling there, eyes vacant, unseeing.
You snap awake, unsure as to how long you’ve been sleeping, wondering whether sitting by her side, the two of you dreamed together, or if you just imagined it. But you’re sitting there still, ready to catch her, hold her in wordless comforting, when she starts awake a moment later, crying in fear and relief. You’ll be by her side, in dreams or in the waking world.
Because you promised that you’d keep her safe.