Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:37:30 GMT -4
Ania’s form shook slightly as she laughed silently to herself, her crystal eyes were fixed upon him the whole time, the look upon his face, it seemed to be so distant, and so, serious. AH, well, he must have had much on his mind, just as she did. A slight roll of the eye was given as she returned to her thoughts, how she loathed it. Well, perhaps it was the only way to sort through her issues. Ania slipped her arm around the tree, her fingers caressing the rough bark, causing her gentle skin to grow red, and worn, only she didn’t feel the bark tearing into her skin, she was too deep in thought. A war could go on about her, and perhaps she still would be unaware of that. Why should she stay here in this realm? What has it to offer? Only bitter and old memories, was this just another form of her self-torture? The expression upon her face changed drastically, her eyes narrowed, hardening; her lips formed a thin line, and her face, even though pale already, grew even paler, a ghostly look came upon her. A horrid shriek echoed in her mind, causing her to wince, her back was facing Dom; she need not worry about him seeing her. The pain that lied within her mind, how horrid it was. It caused her stomach to twist, turn, and churn. It caused her body to freeze, and her mind to cease working, only seeing visions of her past, seeing visions of the future, whether they were true or not. Ania’s chest began to rise and fall quickly as her breathing sped up, her thoughts nearly suffocating her, drowning her! Her fingers nails dug themselves into the tree’s bark, her nails nearly snapping off as they embedded themselves in it. Her eyes were wide, and blank, suddenly, she was snapped from her thoughts, a scream nearly escaping her as Dom spoke. Ania was relieved that he decided to speak, drawing her away from her nightmares, the horrid pain..
Ania’s bottom lip trembled slightly as she turned about, drawing her hand away from the tree; she stood with her hands clasped behind her. She faced him, eyes laid fixed upon him as she thought for only a moment before responding. “Milord, indeed.” A moment passed before she spoke again, nodding her head. “ Aye. “ Her ears picked up his whispers with ease, though she wondered why he asked such a question, she decided against asking him, if he wished to speak of why he did so, he would, she would not pry. Ania only wished he would continue speaking, for it kept her mind off of the bothersome things, and quite truthfully, she had grown rather fond of his voice.
Ania clenched her fists behind her back, sudden urges of something she knew not of began to pulse through her, and she remained quiet and still much like a soldier. No, she would not return to her thoughts, she wouldn’t and couldn’t, not when facing Dom. Her eyes fluttered elsewhere, gazing upon whatever could take her mind off of things, whatever could make her dwell upon something good, rather than bad. However, the only thing that could make her do so, was Dom’s voice, as if it were laced in a calming magic. Why? What spell had he put her under? Why her? Why now? Why in this horrid realm?! Why did she even return?!
Ania’s bottom lip trembled slightly as she turned about, drawing her hand away from the tree; she stood with her hands clasped behind her. She faced him, eyes laid fixed upon him as she thought for only a moment before responding. “Milord, indeed.” A moment passed before she spoke again, nodding her head. “ Aye. “ Her ears picked up his whispers with ease, though she wondered why he asked such a question, she decided against asking him, if he wished to speak of why he did so, he would, she would not pry. Ania only wished he would continue speaking, for it kept her mind off of the bothersome things, and quite truthfully, she had grown rather fond of his voice.
Ania clenched her fists behind her back, sudden urges of something she knew not of began to pulse through her, and she remained quiet and still much like a soldier. No, she would not return to her thoughts, she wouldn’t and couldn’t, not when facing Dom. Her eyes fluttered elsewhere, gazing upon whatever could take her mind off of things, whatever could make her dwell upon something good, rather than bad. However, the only thing that could make her do so, was Dom’s voice, as if it were laced in a calming magic. Why? What spell had he put her under? Why her? Why now? Why in this horrid realm?! Why did she even return?!