And so the petal falls

Giselle Fantasia · 10-09-2011, 02:30 AM

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+5. Jesus, what a terrible day for her xD

The pale girl curled into herself, as if wishing the shadows of the receding day would take her. Finding herself backed up against to a tree, she could only sit there with her hopes, and clutch at her wound. She felt dizzy, lightheaded, body wracked with strong emotions, and the more the femme attempted to blink tears away, the hotter they stung her and the bigger they became as they rolled down and stained her white cheeks. Dark hair was plastered about her shoulders, ends of strands soaking up the blood and the tears that turned her chest pink.

Please.. She pleaded into the air, but at such a whisper there was no one to hear her. Eyes could not tear themselves away from Silvano and the attacker, the remaining sun glinting off bone and crystal blades, like wild fangs that tore and shred. Giselle could see their silhouettes, the shadowy forms of giants dancing around another, biting with the weapons in their hands. She couldn't really see who was winning, and she found both her hands now finding the other, clutching and holding on to one another as they pressed against her chest, wishing it would all end. The young woman could not make sense of who the man was, only that he was a savage, and she would have been taken had it not been for the knight.

But she could scent the blood, and the white woman shivered as she heard the whispers in the trees, much like the whispers of the man whose lips were on her ears. He was truly wicked, and though Giselle meant for no harm to come to anyone, the wicked had to be dealt with. When the scent of mixed blood stung her nostrils, pale blue eyes winced, and the smell became stronger near the end, as the female gasped when a giant went to the ground. With the sun against her, it was only a shadow that came towards her, and the Dreamer turned her head away and backed away against the tree, thinking for a moment that the mottled knight had fallen. No.. please.. She pleaded with the shadow, unsure who it was, but her body continued to shake all the same.

That was, until she heard her name. It was soft, and it made her spine tingle, but it was familiar. Slowly, shakily, she raised her small head up towards the male, and relief washed over her when she met sparkling emerald orbs. Her hands remained pressed to her heart, which pounded against her stained palms, and the woman blinked up into his face. Silvano's hands were stained with blood, and she knew then that the wicked man was gone forever. He had slain the other giant, and he had saved her life.

Her heart ached, and it longed, but she was thankful to see the man safe. Oh, S-Silvano... I'm.. I'm so glad you're okay.. She managed to say in a heartfelt tone, still full of grief. As tears threatened again, the woman threw her arms around the male and hugged him tightly, and her sorrow poured out onto his shoulder. Giselle dismissed the pain in her neck and the emotional heaviness of her petite body, and simply held him there, knowing he was still real and still there, next to her. As the young woman began to say something else, it only came out as a choking sob, as her fingers buried themselves into his dark fur, ignoring the stench of blood that stained the both of them. He was alive, and despite everything she was ever so grateful.

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