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than to change me, but my damnable disobeying hands refuse to move.
I begin compiling the strands of my sketchy realism that I’m now forced to deal with . I am paralyzed from the fall and now physically incapable of running the hell out of here. He walks away with disregard and his action reduces me to out right demand for his vanishing attention, “Sirius, please…Sirius!” Begging him to listen to me as he dispassionately drops his head down to avoid the low-hanging doorway as he steps out.
Before I can shout another foul word Nevaeh steps through escorted by a warrior and an other woman. Quickly she steadies her stance beside me and squats down, folding an array of fur-lined blankets under my head. She calmingly says, “Selene, I know you’re afraid, but I can assure you Sirius will not let anything happen to you.”
Driving back the tears that want to overflow, my words rush out, “I don’t want to be one of them Nevaeh. Please, you have to stop this.”
Her rough governing hands place mine over my stomach as she fiercely studies my face. Her next words come out blunt and hard, “Do you wish to be left like this?” She gestures down unflinchingly at my crippled body. “To what good would you be, to Sirius, and to yourself? The other warlords as well as the queen will seek a pitiless end for you and what would be gained, Selene? You can make it through this, if only you allow it and become stronger than before. Sirius wants you, because you are a fighter…so fight to stay alive.”
She heaves up my head once again and tucks away every fine wayward hair from my face. Wooden bowls of clarion liquids are passed back and forth busily between Nevaeh and the other younger woman. The warrior that arrived with them never speaks just simply stands coldly, stationary by the entrance, guarding it.
An unattached voice from outside speaks to Sirius as he strides back inside. The nameless voice certifies the area is watched over. A sharp motion with his hand reminds me of a king shoeing away a pestering scribe as he stands beside Nevaeh.
“It is time.”
Duly she prompts the other woman back and swiftly leans over me whispering under her breath, “Moments will pass and will be very confusing, try to stay calm and do whatever you must not to fight it and focus.” Rising from me I watch her noble compassionate eyes drift from me as Sirius’s assertive body finally blocks my view of her.
Sirius positions my body in his lap with no difficulty and supports my head. If it were possible I would be quivering with uncertainty and cowardliness. But instead I rest quietly in his domineering embrace, because of the unguarded expression he exposes to me. Tenderly, his hand tilts my chin upward and he leans in pressing his mouth to mine. Thoughts diffuse with wondering if this is a kiss of death or something entirely different. As his mouth spreads open, so does mine, waiting, lingering for his next response.
The once dark pupils in his eyes contract reducing the size and making them into impermeable golden orbs. I feel as if I’m looking straight into the center of the universe, lost in the unknown I can see my reflection shining back at me. I feel him reinforcing his grip on me his fingers slide along the nape of my neck and crush our lips together. And that’s when I hear a bizarre humming sound droning louder and a myriad of sensations surface. Sirius’s dark hair whips back with an airless breeze that brushes by as he breathes in another stellar breath into me.
The small enclosed hut beams with su ch resplendence I want to squeeze my eyes closed, but I’m caught in his cryogenic state, locked into this strange fanatical sensation. As if I’m drinking in a vital life-force aiding my most needed thirst, aching for more. Taking in the increasing flow of the rarefied substance, my throat begins to sear in pain, and my flesh to my gut begins to blister with an engraving internal burn.
Pools of tears
I begin compiling the strands of my sketchy realism that I’m now forced to deal with . I am paralyzed from the fall and now physically incapable of running the hell out of here. He walks away with disregard and his action reduces me to out right demand for his vanishing attention, “Sirius, please…Sirius!” Begging him to listen to me as he dispassionately drops his head down to avoid the low-hanging doorway as he steps out.
Before I can shout another foul word Nevaeh steps through escorted by a warrior and an other woman. Quickly she steadies her stance beside me and squats down, folding an array of fur-lined blankets under my head. She calmingly says, “Selene, I know you’re afraid, but I can assure you Sirius will not let anything happen to you.”
Driving back the tears that want to overflow, my words rush out, “I don’t want to be one of them Nevaeh. Please, you have to stop this.”
Her rough governing hands place mine over my stomach as she fiercely studies my face. Her next words come out blunt and hard, “Do you wish to be left like this?” She gestures down unflinchingly at my crippled body. “To what good would you be, to Sirius, and to yourself? The other warlords as well as the queen will seek a pitiless end for you and what would be gained, Selene? You can make it through this, if only you allow it and become stronger than before. Sirius wants you, because you are a fighter…so fight to stay alive.”
She heaves up my head once again and tucks away every fine wayward hair from my face. Wooden bowls of clarion liquids are passed back and forth busily between Nevaeh and the other younger woman. The warrior that arrived with them never speaks just simply stands coldly, stationary by the entrance, guarding it.
An unattached voice from outside speaks to Sirius as he strides back inside. The nameless voice certifies the area is watched over. A sharp motion with his hand reminds me of a king shoeing away a pestering scribe as he stands beside Nevaeh.
“It is time.”
Duly she prompts the other woman back and swiftly leans over me whispering under her breath, “Moments will pass and will be very confusing, try to stay calm and do whatever you must not to fight it and focus.” Rising from me I watch her noble compassionate eyes drift from me as Sirius’s assertive body finally blocks my view of her.
Sirius positions my body in his lap with no difficulty and supports my head. If it were possible I would be quivering with uncertainty and cowardliness. But instead I rest quietly in his domineering embrace, because of the unguarded expression he exposes to me. Tenderly, his hand tilts my chin upward and he leans in pressing his mouth to mine. Thoughts diffuse with wondering if this is a kiss of death or something entirely different. As his mouth spreads open, so does mine, waiting, lingering for his next response.
The once dark pupils in his eyes contract reducing the size and making them into impermeable golden orbs. I feel as if I’m looking straight into the center of the universe, lost in the unknown I can see my reflection shining back at me. I feel him reinforcing his grip on me his fingers slide along the nape of my neck and crush our lips together. And that’s when I hear a bizarre humming sound droning louder and a myriad of sensations surface. Sirius’s dark hair whips back with an airless breeze that brushes by as he breathes in another stellar breath into me.
The small enclosed hut beams with su ch resplendence I want to squeeze my eyes closed, but I’m caught in his cryogenic state, locked into this strange fanatical sensation. As if I’m drinking in a vital life-force aiding my most needed thirst, aching for more. Taking in the increasing flow of the rarefied substance, my throat begins to sear in pain, and my flesh to my gut begins to blister with an engraving internal burn.
Pools of tears
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