I thought that a little excerpt wouldn’t hurt considering that I haven’t updated since June? July maybe? Sigh and school is ending, thank God.
If any of you didnt know (Im pretty sure none of you do) I’m a twilight fan. That’s right I said it. Ready your torches and pitchforks! Or lets squee in joy and gush about the characters! Either way, I enjoyed my night when I saw New Moon last night. Jacob Black is my favorite and I adored every moment he had on-screen. Not to mention that Taylor Lautner is one hot stud muffin. So anyway, I absolutely adore the OST. It really gets the creative juices going!
In that spirit, I wrote a good chunk of a scene in my head for Sin Divine. Thanks to “Possibility” by Lykke Li, I wrote a quick drabble so I wouldn’t forget. None of you will understand since the rest of the scene isn’t there so don’t worry if it’s all confusing.
Enjoy.
The cliff was draped by the length of the dark crimson skirt. My legs and feet dangled while the breeze quietly passed through. It never stayed, the wind. It passed through never contemplating that I would have done anything to be like it. To have the freedom to run any where what my human heart desired. There was no chains to prevent it. No boundaries or lines that it couldn’t cross.
The days without Aiden suddenly became lonely. Although the palace was buzzing with live people, it was hard to stay alive when the loneliness set in. Aiden had been away for a few months now. Though the bed was usually unoccupied by Aiden, he would sometimes crawl in in the middle of the night and sleep. Some times I would wake before the nightmare haunted my dream and I would catch Aiden slip inside the bed. He was careful to not wake me but I dont think he knew. It was a sudden loss when I would wake to nothing in the morning. I missed, much to my regret, seeing his curls cover his eyes in the moonlight. My sleepy eyes would watch him inhale and exhale before I too drifted off.
The wind stayed for a while longer. It caressed me as it blew by, holding me in its invisible grasp, comforting me. I threw white petals over the cliff as my thoughts began to mix themselves. The wind must have not liked it considering that every petal that left my fingers, it took back. Instead of landing in the ocean below, the wind would take it to the fields behind me. I prayed that it would take those petals far from here. Perhaps to where Aiden would be, where ever he was.
At last, after picking off all the soft white and pink petals, in to my hands, I clasped my hands together. In a moment of heartache, I kissed my dead flowers. With a last exhale, I threw them all to their destination, not caring where they left. Because at least now I could see them leave with my own eyes.
I sat there for a while longer. The sun phased in and out due to the clouds that were idling by on their lazy pace. The ocean was consoling. I did not know if it was because Bashara told me it was because of the first Eve who had loved it, or because I really did find it beautiful. Either way, I spent my time watching the nature of it all. Some how, perhaps in the deep conscious of my mind, I hoped to see Aiden’s ship come to shore.
After that thought, the tears fell like droplets of rain. One, I noticed, fell into my palm. A white petal had remained with me, hiding itself between my hand my skirt. Weakly a smile appeared. It was all madness, i thought. Yet what was life without a little insanity to keep one sane?
“You too should go. You have some where to go better than this jail cell,” I smiled at the petal, before releasing it to the wind.
I scooted myself up from the rocky seat, careful to keep the skirt intact. Before leaving, I gave the shore one last look. Nothing again. I turned, letting the breeze play with my hair. Drying my tears with my fingers, I began to walk away, knowing that duties waited. Had I known then, I would have stayed. I would have stayed to see his ship hit the shore with ease. I would have run through all that terrain to welcome him in open arms, with a desperation for contact, or a simple hello. If I had stayed just for a few moments longer, then maybe he would not have turned away. Had I known that he was watching me through the orb, I would have scooped that orb in to my hands and asked him to come back.
The field blew gently to the west. Shadows casted by the sun moved sluggishly as the time passed. The smell of the ocean was high in the air.
That night, I sat beside the window to watch for his ship again. I hated doing this every night. It was better than to have the nightmares creep in to the privacy of my mind. After a few moments, I shuffled towards the vanity seat. A picture frame stood next to a wide vase of arranged orchids. It was of Aiden and I, sitting on the brick wall when we had first arrived. Neither of he nor I knew what expression to have. The seriousness of our faces almost made me chuckle. In truth, neither of us were naturally serious yet here we displayed a type of regency.
I placed the picture down. It didnt need to know the sadness that I felt. It didnt need to know that falsehood that we were acting.
Elisa brushed a hand through her hair after expelling a sigh. Her blue eyes lacked luster as she examined that the blackish-blue skin beneath her eyes. After a few more moments, Elisa finally rose from her seat and slowly slipped in to bed. Even a nightmare of home would have dispelled the loneliness.
Hours passed. The night was alive with possibility and people walking through the streets. Elisa, however, was in a deep sleep. She no longer wanted to attend the activities that Eve would normally attend. There was no point in being there if she did not enjoy them.
Footsteps quietly entered the room. A bag was set down near a large decorative trunk next to the lounging pillows. Hooded, dirty and silent, the shadow moved with heavy regret. He could hear her heart beating slowly, crying and quietly. His brows furrowed in guilt. There was a grave silence in the room. He knew what he had to do whether he liked it or not. Her heart he could hear. Whether he could feel his was another story.
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Raye
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