she had disrobed, and she was waiting on the floor

China Rose Lykoi · 01-20-2011, 11:37 AM

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For a moment, it seemed that he would remain impartial to the silverchild's desperation, her craving for reassurance from this most unlikely of quarters. What was it that she wanted from him now? A promise, not to wander back into the place of his banishment and tell for all to hear of his conquests within the delicate body of China Rose Lykoi? It was an absurdity, but that strange fear clawed at her throat still.

This was defiance, that she stayed in his presence, when any saner girl aught have fled. He was, after all, an assumed killer - The very thing her grandmother had warned her of. But Itachi did not appear to be the Big Bad Wolf, and China had never considered herself vulnerable. She was safe and warm within the exterior of peace, that unbreachable loving nature that exuded from her very pores. But this was not safety, and still she remained, to the horror and bafflement of the confused conscience within.

It was not until his hand moved to rest on hers, did China finally realize with a sharp intake of breath what it was her heart had not divulged.

She didn't want to stop seeing the traitor.

At once, she was torn. Pulling her hand abruptly from beneath his gentle clasp, she rose from their seated place on the wall. Her stiff and cold muscles ached and groaned their refute, but China had little thought to spare them just now. She stood a moment more, looking on the golden boy with a gaze so full of clashing emotions that it was unreadable. Arms encircled her slender, winsome body in a tight hug, but she did not flee - merely, she stood, shifting weight from one foot to another, an unbroken filly observing a bridle for the first time. What was this thing that wished to control her? Should she allow it within her grace once more?

Never had the silvery girl expected to have this difficulty arise, but it had. Itachi was now a part of her world - an important part, whispered that loathsome voice at the back of her mind - and the thought of relinquishing him to keep this dreadful secret was undesirable. The songbird had never faced such conflict as this; she pulled herself together tighter, cerulean gaze searching him for answers that her own mind would not provide.

He polluted her. Each second spent in his presence was a second closer to the cage - a second further away from her precious earthmother. But she wanted him; Wanted to have him, a secret in her mind. The unbidden thought was tantalising. Keep him, it said in tones of lust and wantonness, they would never have to know. They would never, never have to know. Perhaps she was young and naive enough to believe that thought, just as she believed Itachi when he said that he would not hurt her. "Why?" She voiced the danger out loud, wanting his warmth but refusing it at the same time. "You knew I was Lykoi blood. Why did you do this?" Perhaps he hadn't known any better. Perhaps he found her presence necessarily endearing, as she did his. China needed to know, to make her decision final.

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