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Suddenly she was out, her eyes open. For just a moment she continued not feeling anything at all.

Then she felt relief that she'd escaped the horror and carnage.
Then she felt shame that she hadn't done what she'd gone in to do.
Then she felt disgust that she'd been relieved.
Then she felt anger that she hadn't done what she'd gone in to do.
Then she felt pity that he had to experience all that more than once.
Then she felt sorrow that all of this was happening at all.

She curled against him, though whether it was to comfort him or herself she couldn't say. She was so tired it was hard to sleep, which made no logical sense but was nevertheless true. Every day she felt duller, more useless, further away from him.

She felt as though she was in a race against time, only her feet were rooted in the ground. She knew she would lose. She could already feel the loss. It was a hollow thing; the opposite of hope, of joy.

Desire she still had. It still burned inside, warring with the loss. There was so much she wanted, even if she knew it was something she would never have.

Whoever said Elementals didn't have feelings was very wrong indeed.

Date: 2009-06-30 04:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] badgersandjam.livejournal.com
That's it. Store it all up to throw in Rea's face. Then she'll look at you calmly and say you're very lucky.

Note to self: make Rosalba cry again. IT's like...a fix

:P

Enjoy Paris!

Date: 2009-06-30 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meltedcandle.livejournal.com
MWAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAA.

*cough*

As you were.

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