Break and bind yourself to me

China Rose Lykoi · 04-01-2012, 12:54 PM

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To hear her name fall from his gilded maw, in that soft, gentle voice she so adored, was enough to bring a sweet smile to the girl's delicate features. She was a simple creature, by no stretch of the imagination overly intelligent, nor crafty, nor really very good at keeping herself alive. Some ancient survivalist instincts had been bred out of her, or forced out of her - By lineage, by individuality, or perhaps by continual influence of drugs. The method mattered not. Merely, China was not a creature fit for a hard existence, and nor would she be able to survive one. The fragile existence she currently had with Itachi offered just the right amount of nurturing and security for her to bloom; Like a pale flower turning its head, at last, towards the golden sun. She could never remember a time she felt happier, or more at peace - Yes, the terrors came, and lingered sometimes beneath her eyelids, but they always went. Besides, she could no longer remember a time when they hadn't existed in the first place.

Soft gaze waited expectantly, but Itachi did not enter their scrappy dwelling. His muscular form remained paused in the doorway, lingering with an uncertain feeling emanating from his posture. It filled her with an innate dread - All newness, all change, was to be feared, and even this strange little pause of his was unusual enough to put her ill at ease. Her expression was sharp with attentiveness, wide, owlish eyes lingering on his crouched shape, out in the light of the day. His soft request began to pool dread in her stomach, for it seemed more tentative than usual, but she struggled into an optimistic expression. "Yes?" Another heartbeat, and it became obvious that he was not going to enter the den she had so meticulously cleaned and prepared for his arrival - Not going to sit down in their usual ritual, and show her some little things he had found on his forays beyond the small area she now recognized as a bleak, but mildly comfortable, home.

The silvery girl inhaled deeply. She had utmost trust in Itachi; Too much trust. He was everything. A soft sigh released some of her tension, and the fragile smile returned. Once, she had bid him to come with her; They had run through the woods together, full of abandon, wild and free. How the songbird longed to have such release again, but she had come to love the bars of her cage; Come to recognize this prison as the only true safety.

With light steps, she moved back to the entrance, stepping out to stand in the silky golden sunlight with him once more. Her hands folded neatly together, the fingers fidgeting against one another, but the smile she offered him was genuine, and loving. "What is it?"

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