Re: Exploration [Open]
Posted: 19 Oct 2014, 01:21
Why did the woman insist on touching her? It made her skin crawl, and not because of who was touching her. She couldn’t explain the sensation that moved over her skin and twisted into her veins. She couldn’t explain why she wanted to scream and shove the blonde as far away as she could. All she knew was that when her fingers lightly gripped her arms, she saw red. It wasn’t a pretty red, either. It was a violent, deep and dark pulsating color that took over entirely, until the world around her was painted. She’d never seen it before, she’d never faced it before. As her gums started to ache and her muscles tensed to the point of physical strain, the blonde turned her gaze to the other.
Before she could demand she release her, though, the compassion in the woman’s gaze stole her breath. The red began to ebb in the edges of her vision, and the whispered words bounced through her mind. The three simple words worked their way past all the other voices, the thoughts and the sounds, until it was the only thing she heard, the only thing she knew. Focus. Clenching her jaw, she tried to do just that. There was no one else in that moment. There was no her, there was no crowd, there was no city, no Aksel, no Judas and no Tate. There was only Mora. Mora, the soft eyed, compassionate blonde that hardly knew her, that didn’t know the life she held, the reckless, dangerous ‘no one cares, so **** them’ personality she had. She didn’t know her secrets, her sins, and yet she was here.
She was in the middle of the city, doing everything she could to help her.
It wasn’t how her day was planned.
Guilt slammed into her chest and curled around her heart, and she knew she had no choice. She had to focus. She had to break through this so she could repay her in some way. As her teeth began to ache from the strain, Trinity released a quiet breath and kept her gaze steady with hers. Focus. Taking a breath of air into her lungs, she forced her muscles to relax and her mind to know only Mora. With each passing second, the red would fade from her vision until her eyes were clear again. The colors returned, the buildings, the streets – even the sky was back to how it should be, yet she only saw the woman. There was still pain, yet she could hear her own thoughts again. “You didn’t deal?” She heard herself ask, surprised at how clear her voice sounded in her own mind. She had forgotten what it was like to hear her Chilean accent, the sound of her home. It made her heart ache, but she pushed it aside. That was another problem for another day.
“You… you killed?”
Her tongue peeked out and slowly slid along her bottom lip to wet it as she posed the question. It wasn’t filled with disgust or hatred. It was asked with concern, confusion. She had her own secrets, her own past. Could she handle it if she killed again? Would the beast inside control her until she hurt someone she actually knew, someone she cared about? No, she couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t. “You’re still a good person, though,” she said finally, a faint twitch of her lips posing some twisted resemblance to a smile.
Before she could demand she release her, though, the compassion in the woman’s gaze stole her breath. The red began to ebb in the edges of her vision, and the whispered words bounced through her mind. The three simple words worked their way past all the other voices, the thoughts and the sounds, until it was the only thing she heard, the only thing she knew. Focus. Clenching her jaw, she tried to do just that. There was no one else in that moment. There was no her, there was no crowd, there was no city, no Aksel, no Judas and no Tate. There was only Mora. Mora, the soft eyed, compassionate blonde that hardly knew her, that didn’t know the life she held, the reckless, dangerous ‘no one cares, so **** them’ personality she had. She didn’t know her secrets, her sins, and yet she was here.
She was in the middle of the city, doing everything she could to help her.
It wasn’t how her day was planned.
Guilt slammed into her chest and curled around her heart, and she knew she had no choice. She had to focus. She had to break through this so she could repay her in some way. As her teeth began to ache from the strain, Trinity released a quiet breath and kept her gaze steady with hers. Focus. Taking a breath of air into her lungs, she forced her muscles to relax and her mind to know only Mora. With each passing second, the red would fade from her vision until her eyes were clear again. The colors returned, the buildings, the streets – even the sky was back to how it should be, yet she only saw the woman. There was still pain, yet she could hear her own thoughts again. “You didn’t deal?” She heard herself ask, surprised at how clear her voice sounded in her own mind. She had forgotten what it was like to hear her Chilean accent, the sound of her home. It made her heart ache, but she pushed it aside. That was another problem for another day.
“You… you killed?”
Her tongue peeked out and slowly slid along her bottom lip to wet it as she posed the question. It wasn’t filled with disgust or hatred. It was asked with concern, confusion. She had her own secrets, her own past. Could she handle it if she killed again? Would the beast inside control her until she hurt someone she actually knew, someone she cared about? No, she couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t. “You’re still a good person, though,” she said finally, a faint twitch of her lips posing some twisted resemblance to a smile.