that boy is a monster

Alaine Winters · 07-18-2011, 09:35 PM

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Word Count → ?+ :: dude, she is totally going to put a 'curse' on him in my next post > Big Grin angree 'laine is witchy indeed!

Her question hovered between them, silent in the air it beat with dark wings. Why? She saw flickers of emotion linger within the deadened eyes of her pupil, the man through which she had allowed her love for Gabriel to seep, to spread and hold roots long after the flowers had died. The tree within her was rotting now, and with each heartbeat felt in pain, the branches withered away.

There was a deep and terrible pain within him, and instability that she felt rather than saw - A single note sung off-key in the harmony of the handsome man's existence. It glittered as desperation in his pained, hollow eyes, and she felt that same cold desperation clutch at her breast. Shallow breaths fluttered in the woman's ribcage, as her heart beat unsteadily, jarringly. He was retreating, the great golden beast he rode stamping and backtracking. Nana was quivering at her side, and had Alaine not been leaning on the mare for support, she surely would have turned and fled. Ezekiel was no longer the beloved - He was the Warrior, not the Healer. He would never be the Healer, and she had been wrong, so wrong, to believe that she could change him and save him from his father's fate.

His words shivered over her skin, and there was an intense pain within her chest - Ivory fingers rose to grasp at the soft skin over her heart, clutching there as if a physical blow had been made. The feeling of foreboding was so intense that it almost stole her breath away. "Don't tread this path, Badb," Her voice was a hoarse whisper, and from deep within emerald eyes stirred that otherworldly knowing, the keen authority of the pagan witch. The hand not grasping her breast reached blindly for him, fingers trembling in mid air. "Pain waits for you - Beidh do chroí a ghlacadh Lugh. Don't tread this path, the path of the Doomed," The words flowed from her in that faintly accented voice, and her pupils shivered. The hand that reached for him dropped, fell listlessly to her side, and suddenly she was simply Alaine again.

For a moment, confusion glittered through the thin veneer of hurt that flushed her pretty features. She had been abandoned by his blood before, but this would be the last time. Anger was summoned, desperately hot to cover the bleeding wound within. Clean ivory teeth flashed at him in a snarl, and although her eyes echoed with the hurt, the helpless aggression made her firm.

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