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Post by Miss Fifi on Jul 23, 2011 15:27:35 GMT -4
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N-no one, my lady, Fiore replied to her in his mind, still trying to calm his racing pulse as he lay against the ground. He closed his eyes for just a moment, suddenly feeling very drowsy. A bird chirped just above his head in the canopy of leaves that let just the slightest glimmer of the fading sunlight through. Fiore could just lie here forever.
That is, until he heard the shifting of grass behind him.
His fingers still in the grass clenched as he rose to a kneel, glancing around nervously. He never thought to look right in front of him, however.
When she came into his view he stood up in a split second and hunched down in a stance of attack. His breathing became heavy and rapid again as his fingers convulsed at his sides. Fiore's eyes never left her as he made a pain expression and shook his head at her incredulously. He could hear the remnants of her crying in her voice and he flinched when she questioned him.
"Wh... Why are you following me!?" he shouted back, feeling the fear rising in his throat. This was bad. This was so bad.
What is going on down there, pet? she demanded.
"NOTHING!" he shouted out loud, still looking directly at Raina. He clenched the sides of his head with his hands and grimaced as her presence in his mind became to overwhelm him; she was furious.
He began to moan quietly at the immense pressure of her rage, squeezing his eyes so tightly shut as to not let a single tear of pain escape. His eyes blazing with fright and anger he looked back at Raina with a twisted expression and bared teeth.
"What do you want from me!?"
Do I have to come down there? Her voice was calm in his throbbing head, but he could sense the tingle of her underlying irritation and animosity.
"NO!" he howled. Unable to take it anymore he fell in a heap on the ground and buried his head in his chest, both of his hands still clamped tightly on the sides. Fiore was pulling and tearing at his hair, gritting his teeth, biting his cheek to the point that he tasted blood, anything to distract him from her plaguing presence.
Memories of that dark, dank, and frigid room flooded back to him. Hearing the crack of the whip against the raw skin of his back, the burn of the hot water that she threw over the wounds, scalding his body everywhere he wasn't numb enough to feel pain. Her echoing voice leaving him hollow inside, repeating 'obey', until obedience was all he could think. Until nothing was all he could feel.
All for much lesser offenses than what he had just done.
"She's gonna kill me... Oh, God, she's gonna kill me..." he muttered to himself, his voice trembling without control.
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Post by x isabella. on Jul 23, 2011 18:00:40 GMT -4
. r a i n a .
What did Raina expect from someone she'd followed? For them to sit and talk? Perhaps that's what she thought, but it isn't what she got. She was blown away by the intensity of his voice.
Raina took a step back, her eyes wide and frightened, like a doe's. She felt her heart beat fast, but still, she did not leave. The naiad was still much to curious about the man; and that was definitely one of her faults.
"I...you ran from me..." Raina told him, willing for her voice to be stronger than she felt. It came quiet, but with none of the shakiness from just a moment earlier. "I just... I don't know..."
A squeal of surprise left her mouth when the man fell to the ground. She watched with wide eyes as he grabbed his hair in pain. She stepped back another several steps. Raina didn't know what to do; part of her wanted to run back to her sanctuary as fast as her feet would take her. The other knew he was wounded, and wanted to help.
Raina bit her lip and rushed forward, kneeling down next to him. She didn't want to touch him, remembering his response from earlier, but she for what she wanted to do, she had to. The naiad put her hand on his forehead and closed her eyes, whispering in another language. "Neró, sas zitó, parakaló voithíste. Epílysi tou spasména psychí."
She pushed her energy through her hand and into his head. If the magic combined with her healing abilities worked, it would heal whatever was going on in his head, temporarily at least.
"Who's going to kill you?" Raina whispered frantically. "Who...who are you?"
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Post by Miss Fifi on Jul 24, 2011 22:16:27 GMT -4
Fiore...[/size] --I'll be the victim, you'll be the voice in my head--Fiore's breath flew out of him like he had been hit in the gut with the rushing waters of the falls. The sudden power that came over him was so bright, so brilliant, so... gentle. It was like Raina was made of pure light. He could sense Wynona's fading, blistering anger as her presence in his mind drifted further and further away, until... Silence.
Utter, complete, beautiful silence.
Fiore gasped sharply as his head reeled back, the sudden loss in weight a shock to his entire body. He knelt still as a statue, his hand grasping his chest as he took deep, full breaths. Out of nowhere he felt this overwhelming flood of joy bursting within him. He began to laugh, hysterically almost, in total amazement. Never had he felt this free. Never had he felt this... alone.
Loneliness. Fiore had heard others talk about it as if it were some depressing, terrible, heartbreaking feeling. He had never felt better in his entire life.
Still shaking his head from amazement, a small grin crossed his lips as he looked back up at Raina, a gleam in his pale, lucid eyes. "That... Was amazing," he mused incredulously. Then the reality hit. When he returned home, he would wish he were dead the moment he stepped in the door. He lowered his head, the euphoria threatening to diminish as quickly as it had come.
And yet, somehow, in this moment, it didn't matter.
Fiore rubbed his forehead lightly where her palm had rested, giving him this small glimpse into life for what it really could be.
"You.. shouldn't have done that. But..." He looked back up at her, a rare and unseen light coming to his lips as he truly, honestly smiled. "Thank you. So much." As he said the last part he laughed to himself, knowing how ludicrous this was.
To her last questions, he shook his head at her, still smiling. "It doesn't matter. It just.. doesn't matter." Standing up and slinging the satchel over his shoulder, still full of little sweet fruits, his gaze traveled out beyond Raina, to the distant trees. He hated to go. He wanted no more than to linger here and bask in the independence. But yet, something still pulled him away. He couldn't explain it better than anyone, but he still knew.
He needed her.
Taking in the last bit of this beautiful feeling, he gazed back up at the sky, the colors streaking across in a way that he loved so much. It appeared somehow more meaningful to him as they melded together in such a harmonious way before his eyes. This was how life should be. But perhaps this life just wasn't meant for him.
With a choked, bittersweet chuckle, he began to stride away from Raina, not knowing when this light would ever enter his world again. Which is why he would lock away every piece of it, every last sense of joy, in the depths of his heart. A place where no one, not even his mistress, could steal it.
A sudden thought made him stop, his heels dragging in the dirt. He glanced over his shoulder, the bittersweet smile still gracing his lips. "By the way, I'm... Fiore."
Hearing himself speak his name was one of the strangest, most unnatural, most dangerous things he had ever heard.
Still, it felt wonderful.
With that he turned away and breathed deeply, preparing himself for the fire, for the darkness in which he lived. The pain no longer mattered to him, as long as he held that precious memory within him forever: the memory of freedom.
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Post by x isabella. on Jul 25, 2011 10:14:43 GMT -4
. r a i n a .
As Raina watched his reaction, a small, slightly sad smile spread across her face. She knew he wasn't going to stay, she could tell someone was still pulling him away. But hadn't she closed that knot between him and the other?
He looked happy. Not scared or anxious, just happy. It made Raina smile to see him like that, although it would probably be the last time she saw him in this good state. If she ever saw him again.
Fiore
"Fiore..." Raina whispered the name as he walked away. It felt right on her tongue. His name.
She clasped her hands together and watched him walk away. This time she wouldn't follow him, for she knew he was going to a dark place. Going there would get the both of them in trouble, this she knew from seeing him earlier.
Raina stood still until she could not see Fiore through the trees. She then walked back to the river as she hummed, shaking her hips slightly to the tune.
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