[ Post a Response | Desreal ]
Posted by renata on October 6, 2008, 9:37 pm
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you don't want to hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies,
unaware that i'm tearing you asunder – oh, there is thunder in our hearts, baby.
so much hate for the ones we love; tell me, we both matter, don't we?
She is not pleased.
And, she thinks bitterly, how ironic is it that she had just considered the possibility of being stolen? One thing she knows (or thinks she does) is that Lebaon is probably just as happy as she is. Centurion too, she adds, thinking of her father figure with a rueful smile. She's waiting for the boulder tossing by her earth-father and a rampage by her bitter friend.
The Seed trails her when she leaves her Desert, turning occasionally to look behind her as the dunes grow smaller and smaller on her way to Desreal. Resentment churns like acid in her throat as she thinks of all that she had wanted to accomplish – she had wanted to ask Wyvern or Hypatia of the Seed, but is now forced to wait until her return unless she could find either of them in the gathering place.
Her usually cheerful, open face is set in hard lines far unlike her normal expression, her green eyes glinting like chips of ice as she scans faces for her captor. "Anat," she murmurs, losing sight of the Seed as it flies along on the breeze behind her, fluttering close with the lure of a morning glory twined in her mane. She's reassured when it alights and gives her another flash of Pharaoh and Lorien standing together; calmer, she continues, and as any animal does, eventually arrives.
Now, she just has to wait for Herne, and figure out what the hell he wants from her.
level I earth | teacher of the vipers 2
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