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the_lioness) wrote2005-04-24 07:04 pm
the_lioness) wrote2005-04-24 07:04 pm
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The stars shine brightly when she finally stumbles out of the bar. Alanna falters by the tree, staring at a worn patch of ground at its base. The blank look on her face might easily be mistaken for boredom so long as the faint trembling of her body goes unnoticed. Hissing involuntarily, she wraps her arms around her waist and starts walking in the opposite direction. She takes no notice of her path as she wanders the woods.
Come here, GIRL.
Alanna envisions again the calculating look in his eyes the moment she lost all control. The words continue to run through her mind, an endless litany that speaks of nothing but her own personal failure. His lips, as hot as the fire that burned her hand, deadly and destructive. Bleeding, Thom took his hand and exited. She wonders if he'll ever return.
Roger's kiss, full of danger and vaguely reminiscent of a predator devouring its prey. Her little finger snaps like a twig. When did she lose all control?
Alanna does not register that she's crying until long after her face is streaked with tears.
Lucifer's demand, designed to torment her brother, except her brother isn't her brother. He wears another's face. She lurches forward, unable to look away, but wanting nothing more than to lash out physically, verbally - anything to regain dominion of her own body. She kisses him hungrily and is left feeling sick. He breaks not one, but two fingers for Thom's benefit.
Infuriated, Alanna bites her lip until it bleeds. Absently tracing her abused lip with a healed but aching finger, she smears the blood and wonders at the metallic taste. She sinks to the ground beneath a tree, its dark branches stretching high into the night sky. Drawing her knees to her chest, she gives vent to angry tears, the sobs gradually mutating into a series of broken laughs. The sound is acidic in the still night air.
At least now she can better understand what Thom went through, burning from the inside out.
Near dawn, she sits quietly and listens to whatever faint sound reaches her ears. Alanna knows she's being self-indulgent. Her healing Gift might still be needed. Thom is gone, and Peter doesn't know what happened, probably didn't even notice. Perhaps no one knows. She'll pull it together and go inside.
Soon.
Come here, GIRL.
Alanna envisions again the calculating look in his eyes the moment she lost all control. The words continue to run through her mind, an endless litany that speaks of nothing but her own personal failure. His lips, as hot as the fire that burned her hand, deadly and destructive. Bleeding, Thom took his hand and exited. She wonders if he'll ever return.
Roger's kiss, full of danger and vaguely reminiscent of a predator devouring its prey. Her little finger snaps like a twig. When did she lose all control?
Alanna does not register that she's crying until long after her face is streaked with tears.
Lucifer's demand, designed to torment her brother, except her brother isn't her brother. He wears another's face. She lurches forward, unable to look away, but wanting nothing more than to lash out physically, verbally - anything to regain dominion of her own body. She kisses him hungrily and is left feeling sick. He breaks not one, but two fingers for Thom's benefit.
Infuriated, Alanna bites her lip until it bleeds. Absently tracing her abused lip with a healed but aching finger, she smears the blood and wonders at the metallic taste. She sinks to the ground beneath a tree, its dark branches stretching high into the night sky. Drawing her knees to her chest, she gives vent to angry tears, the sobs gradually mutating into a series of broken laughs. The sound is acidic in the still night air.
At least now she can better understand what Thom went through, burning from the inside out.
Near dawn, she sits quietly and listens to whatever faint sound reaches her ears. Alanna knows she's being self-indulgent. Her healing Gift might still be needed. Thom is gone, and Peter doesn't know what happened, probably didn't even notice. Perhaps no one knows. She'll pull it together and go inside.
Soon.