All these secrets that I shouldn't tell...

[Soran Aatte]

[html]OOC:// For Deuce, with many loves lol. Actually set in the Queen of Piety Cemetery . Also word count: 1312 words.

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The sun should have been high in the sky, the warm, stifling afternoon heat suggesting that it was, but it was hidden beneath a layer of thick ominous grey clouds that had rolled neatly across the sky during the morning and now hung above the ground, an omen of at least a shower of rain in the near future. The air was humid and heavy, another sign that rain was nearby, it also made it feel like it would be a release, freshening the air around the lands and stopping the smothering effect the waterlogged air had at the moment, even the soft breezes were warm, too warm and moving too slowly for even their speed to be cooling, the warm air was circulating sluggishly around the lands, keeping everything at the level of uncomfortable heat that had been in the lands all day. The grass was wilting in the heat, the long green strands drooping, unable to bear the heat and the moisture in the air that it could not use, the ground was dry and the plants had no way of collecting water from the humid air all around it. And so the grass's long blades were beginning to rest upon the floor again, the summer flowers wilting and drooping, their petals falling to the ground, their stems flaccid, unable to support the weight of the brightly coloured petals at the end of it. Even a few yellowed leave had fallen to the ground, resting atop cracked headstones, littering the paths between overgrown graves; even the large trees were suffering in this heat, shedding unnecessary baggage in order to preserve its more important boughs and leaves.

A dark hand pushed against the rusted cemetery gate, forcing it open, having to fight against the brambles, grass and plants that had wrapped themselves around the old iron gates. Finally with a whining creak, the gate came free from the plants' hold and swung open enough to allow the ebony shifter access to the old cemetery. She quickly began to walk around the perimeter of the old cemetary, looking at the outermost graves, the cracked headstones, only a few still bearing the names of the humans who had been buried beneath them, the rest of the names having been eroded off of the older headstones, the newer marble ones still having the faded epitaphs scrawled upon them. Long fingers trailed against the aged wall of the cemetery as Soran walked through the area, her fingertips stroking over the rough stones that the wall was made up of along with the small amounts of plants and flowers, the moss that had forced its way between the stones, giving splashes of colour to the dull grey and brown of the wall. The grass was cool and soft against the obsidian lady's feet despite its brittle nature from the lack of the water in the plant's system. The air was still stifling and the lady brushed her long black mane away from her face as she changed direction, padding through the graveyard's more central area now, pausing every now and again to read an interesting gravestone here and there, to reach out and touch a cracked headstone to feel if the texture changed where the crack started. Eventually the dark lady gave up fighting with the unruly curled waves of her mane, resorting to tying them back and braiding them, securing the braid with a strand of dark leather.

The fae gently touched the necklaces that rested around her throat, the piece of sharp flint and the silver pentagram that had been a gift from Deuce. A smile reached her dark lips as she felt the cool silver against her fingertips, the necklace bringing memories of the pale fae who had once belonged to her, the tempestuous, wild, beautiful creature who she had loved, who she still loved so deeply. The slender lady moved to sit atop a gravestone, feeling much more alive now that she had had a good night's sleep, the first time she had slept since seeing her red daughter again, the first time that she had managed to get the evil little girl's image from her mind, the first time that she had been able to force her fear and hatred towards Hollow back into her subconscious, and been able to get some rest. She had finally fallen asleep in the University last night, after meeting Susquehanna, and raiding the library for books. The ebony lady had been filled with joy when she had come across the dusty tomes that had filled the shelves from ceiling to floor in the old university library, the dark fae had spent what seemed an age trawling over the spines of books, reading the print that was scrawled down each one carefully, selecting a few to take with her now, the books that now filled the canvas shoulder bag that was resting at her hip, and selecting a few to come back and collect, in order to fill the Haven manor library more fully, she had a passion for books and she was determined to get her pack mates interested in reading as well.

Shifting her weight so that she was more settled on the cool stone of the grave, hiding under the shade of a large tree that had grown tall and strong right behind the gravestone that she was sat upon. She let out a sigh and moved to rest against the rough bark of the tree, her long fingers picking at a piece of loose bark near the base of the trunk as she sat, her lips curving into a smile as she saw the first droplet of rain fall upon the thirsty grass, this was followed by another, and another, until finally a full blown shower was in progress, small droplets of rain falling upon the grass, freshening the air, removing the humidity almost instantly. Safe from the rain under the large tree, the green leaves that covered the large boughs collecting the rain and stopping it before it fell onto the ebony fae and soaked her fur, not that she would mind the cooling effect of the wet droplets falling upon her, but her large canvas bag was filled to the brim with old books, she could not risk getting those wet, and finding herself with a messy paper pulp and nothing else when she came to unpack later. And so the ebony lady sat under the shelter of the large tree, enjoying the cool of the marble gravestone against her legs, enjoying watching the rain falling onto the green grass and plants, the beads of water rolling down their stems and dropping off of their leaves and onto the ground, probably being soaked up by their roots almost instantly. It was nice to see the way the land was being refreshed around her, the way that the life was being sustained, the ending of the suffering of so many of the plants around this area.

Soran cringed as she thought of her red daughter once again, the madness flickering in her eyes that were so like her father's. She decided, rather suddenly, to take a book out of her bag and begin to read. The dark lady did not want to think about her daughter or Hollow, not now, the male was cruel and he seemed to have poisoned her small girl's mind and heart, she didn't want to think about either of them when she had no clue how to save her little girl from her father's evil clutches. She didn't want to feel helpless or torn as she did whenever she thought of her daughter, and so she buried her nose in her book, humming a soft tune as she did so, pretending to be totally relaxed and hoping that soon she herself would believe that she was. [/html]