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Feb. 4th, 2005 10:16 am[OOC: Post this and her dream.]
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, Alanna's eyes snap open and she tries to remember how to breathe. Her eyes frantically dart around the dark, mostly unfamiliar room. Don't scream, can't scream... Goddess, he killed me. Drenched in sweat, she slowly relinquishes her death grip on the blankets and looks to her left, only to bite back another cry of terror.
Thom, you stabbed me. I love you. You killed me. Why? I trusted you again. I only wanted to help. I love you. Why?
Her hands run over her rib cage, looking for blood. She can still feel the thrust of the dagger. You betrayed me. Shaking, she rolls away from Thom and lands on the cold floor with a thud. Mind focused only on escape, she grabs her boots and resolutely avoids glancing toward her peacefully sleeping brother. Turning around in confused circles, she finds her tunic and takes several deep breaths. One look. She can risk one look, just to prove that it was nothing more than a bad dream. Whimpering, she turns and stares at Thom. A half smile of satisfaction plays about his lips as he rubs his head against the pillow. Alanna trembles and creeps closer. All of a sudden, an image of Thom's eyes as he stabbed her flashes through her distraught mind.
I love you. His eyes...
Why is it suddenly so cold?
Tears streaming down her cheeks, Alanna backs away from the bed.
"You have a funny way of showing it, Thom," she whispers. Squeezing her eyes shut against the pain, she flees the room.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, Alanna's eyes snap open and she tries to remember how to breathe. Her eyes frantically dart around the dark, mostly unfamiliar room. Don't scream, can't scream... Goddess, he killed me. Drenched in sweat, she slowly relinquishes her death grip on the blankets and looks to her left, only to bite back another cry of terror.
Thom, you stabbed me. I love you. You killed me. Why? I trusted you again. I only wanted to help. I love you. Why?
Her hands run over her rib cage, looking for blood. She can still feel the thrust of the dagger. You betrayed me. Shaking, she rolls away from Thom and lands on the cold floor with a thud. Mind focused only on escape, she grabs her boots and resolutely avoids glancing toward her peacefully sleeping brother. Turning around in confused circles, she finds her tunic and takes several deep breaths. One look. She can risk one look, just to prove that it was nothing more than a bad dream. Whimpering, she turns and stares at Thom. A half smile of satisfaction plays about his lips as he rubs his head against the pillow. Alanna trembles and creeps closer. All of a sudden, an image of Thom's eyes as he stabbed her flashes through her distraught mind.
I love you. His eyes...
Why is it suddenly so cold?
Tears streaming down her cheeks, Alanna backs away from the bed.
"You have a funny way of showing it, Thom," she whispers. Squeezing her eyes shut against the pain, she flees the room.
