The cold had been far more welcoming than the bitterness woven into his words. What started as mild curiosity, bloomed into both of them setting up their defensive barriers. Vexing words struck like daggers into her heart, and as much as her visage did little to betray her, it pained her nonetheless from within. In the end, she stood a fool before him; in his eyes, that is what he viewed her as, a woman consumed with chasing ghosts and a past left best if not pursued. But would he fault her for wanting to know about such a shrouded past? The truth came from his rancorous state and forged its way into her mind, consuming her thoughts entirely.
Her name, falling from his lips, was torment when their bickering came to an end. His kiss burned on her lips and she wished to smother the lingering flame he left.
She left Thaarus to seek solace away from his eyes and to finally let down the shields that she hastily placed around her heart. The chill in the air greeted her, the frost nipped at her cheeks and neck. She felt the frigid touch run down her spine, but none of these elements could numb her like he had.
When she finally arrived to her temporary establishment, no one was present to greet her, except a flickering glow. A dying light, of a candle at the entrance, wanes and caresses her features, offering a comfort that she had not found this day. Her back pressed to the door and Rivienne felt the weight of her burdens suddenly grow heavy upon her shoulders. The tears she held back, in his presence, fell without restraints, causing rivulets to run down flushed cheeks. She tilts her head back, against the grain of wood behind her, and seeks the rafters above. Her body slowly gave way, causing metal to resonate throughout the empty chambers, announcing her descend. Tiredly, she reached within her chest-piece, seeking the folded paper that he threw at her, but dared not to open it and read. She could not muster the energy, not now, not yet.
Her weeping was soundless, the injury caused was blind to the eye, but she felt it in the pit of her core..
.. and it left her paralyzed on the floor.
Her name, falling from his lips, was torment when their bickering came to an end. His kiss burned on her lips and she wished to smother the lingering flame he left.
She left Thaarus to seek solace away from his eyes and to finally let down the shields that she hastily placed around her heart. The chill in the air greeted her, the frost nipped at her cheeks and neck. She felt the frigid touch run down her spine, but none of these elements could numb her like he had.
When she finally arrived to her temporary establishment, no one was present to greet her, except a flickering glow. A dying light, of a candle at the entrance, wanes and caresses her features, offering a comfort that she had not found this day. Her back pressed to the door and Rivienne felt the weight of her burdens suddenly grow heavy upon her shoulders. The tears she held back, in his presence, fell without restraints, causing rivulets to run down flushed cheeks. She tilts her head back, against the grain of wood behind her, and seeks the rafters above. Her body slowly gave way, causing metal to resonate throughout the empty chambers, announcing her descend. Tiredly, she reached within her chest-piece, seeking the folded paper that he threw at her, but dared not to open it and read. She could not muster the energy, not now, not yet.
Her weeping was soundless, the injury caused was blind to the eye, but she felt it in the pit of her core..
.. and it left her paralyzed on the floor.
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“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.â€
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