Post by ali on Jan 29, 2018 13:48:17 GMT -5
Her whole body was weighed down by the dream of her and Paxton leaving the square together, her hand in his, his smile as she walked the tight rope of a crumbling brick wall, both of them laughing so hard when they visited the meadow and dangled from the tree there that their sides hurt.
Except it was just that- a dream.
The sound of a half hearted applause drilled into her mind, white noise that caught her head in its grasp, taking her over as she was led from the stage with tears still streaming down her face. Her chest heaved with sobs she suffocated with sharp, deep breaths, her lips still pressed tightly together, hiding the slowly forming scab, the tase of iron hot and warm in her mouth. Somewhere behind her her brother had stopped yelling her name or.maybe he'd been dragged away by their father. Her heart skipped a beat and she span round to try find his face in the disapating crowds but as she did, the doors shut behind her.
Her shoulders slumped as the peacekeeper leading her pulled at the crook of her elbow, practically dragging her along the quiet marble halls of the justice building, her feet unwillingly taking one step before the other as if they were possessed. She stumbled through another doorway into a small reception room, a holding pen until they decided it was time to take her onto the slaughter. Yet again, hands clutched together so tightly that she threatened to cut off her own circulation of, her fingers throbbing desperately beneath the silk fabric of her gloves, Demelza turned to see the door shut behind her- trapping her.
She sunk into the a lavicous leather couch, feeling deflated as her world span tirelessly around her, unable to settle from the two words who had set a hundred thousand things into motion - Demelza Shim. How could her own name have been her downfall? A curse unspoken for years- it were her spindle, the needle that she had accidentally found herself pricking her finger on in a moment of absolute madness. No knight could save her from this fate- not even her own brother.
Demelza looked up, hearing his voice. She stood, tugging at the finger tips of her gloves as her heart thudded inside her chest as if it were ready to crumble into a million tiny pieces at a moment's notice. The door opened and for a moment the world seemed to stop spinning as her brother stepped in through the doorway. Before words could be exchanged, Demelza quickly closed the distance between them, flinging her arms round her not so big big brother, burying her face into his jacket as she finally let go of herself- she sobbed, knees chattering together as she struggled to keep a float.
“Oh Ripred! Pax- I-I-I” she blabbered, speechless and lost seeking all the things she wanted to tell him.
Except it was just that- a dream.
The sound of a half hearted applause drilled into her mind, white noise that caught her head in its grasp, taking her over as she was led from the stage with tears still streaming down her face. Her chest heaved with sobs she suffocated with sharp, deep breaths, her lips still pressed tightly together, hiding the slowly forming scab, the tase of iron hot and warm in her mouth. Somewhere behind her her brother had stopped yelling her name or.maybe he'd been dragged away by their father. Her heart skipped a beat and she span round to try find his face in the disapating crowds but as she did, the doors shut behind her.
Her shoulders slumped as the peacekeeper leading her pulled at the crook of her elbow, practically dragging her along the quiet marble halls of the justice building, her feet unwillingly taking one step before the other as if they were possessed. She stumbled through another doorway into a small reception room, a holding pen until they decided it was time to take her onto the slaughter. Yet again, hands clutched together so tightly that she threatened to cut off her own circulation of, her fingers throbbing desperately beneath the silk fabric of her gloves, Demelza turned to see the door shut behind her- trapping her.
She sunk into the a lavicous leather couch, feeling deflated as her world span tirelessly around her, unable to settle from the two words who had set a hundred thousand things into motion - Demelza Shim. How could her own name have been her downfall? A curse unspoken for years- it were her spindle, the needle that she had accidentally found herself pricking her finger on in a moment of absolute madness. No knight could save her from this fate- not even her own brother.
Demelza looked up, hearing his voice. She stood, tugging at the finger tips of her gloves as her heart thudded inside her chest as if it were ready to crumble into a million tiny pieces at a moment's notice. The door opened and for a moment the world seemed to stop spinning as her brother stepped in through the doorway. Before words could be exchanged, Demelza quickly closed the distance between them, flinging her arms round her not so big big brother, burying her face into his jacket as she finally let go of herself- she sobbed, knees chattering together as she struggled to keep a float.
“Oh Ripred! Pax- I-I-I” she blabbered, speechless and lost seeking all the things she wanted to tell him.
