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Posted on June 6, 2010 at 07:28:25 PM by Nimueh & Avalon
N I M U E H & A V A L O N I saw a fox by the rabbit hole; you saw a prince form a fairy tale. He did not reply at first, and Nimueh’s green eyes simply scanned his face, as Avalon jumped up onto one of the ledges nearby, his wide brown eyes reflecting the flames of the burning funeral pyres. Fire, it seemed to be something which represented Joel so well, from its ability to be warm and helpful, to its ability to rise up and bite. He seemed to spend his time like embers, cool, but not extinguished, waiting for a skilled breath or misplaced nudge, so that the flames could begin there skyward climb once more, and Nimueh could not escape the feeling that all of this, was a defence mechanism, and one she was not a stranger too. Her father had been the same, not towards her, he had often called her his sweet one, and never lost his temper with his only daughter. Yet with his wife, his strong willed wife, the reaction was always different, she was less biddable, less serene than Nimueh and she had often ignited her husband’s temper, fuelling it further with harsh words. Slender shoulders rise and fall in a silent sigh as Joel snaps, and Nimueh withdrew her hand, letting it fall back slowly against the soft fabric of her dress, watching as the blanket tumbled to the floor. She waits in silence, just standing there and waiting for him to calm himself, as he nearly always inevitably does, eye drifting back to her familiar, making sure that he is not too close to an edge from which he might fall, as the winds tug at her black tresses. She bends down, and collects the blanket from the stone floor, touching the corners to one another before draping it over her arm once more, before taking a step forwards so that she is standing beside him. She was so different from Twinge, the woman she knew Joel had loved, and always would, with her tanned skin, and a soul akin to sea which she had feared and distrusted. Nimueh had not hot temper, her passions portrayed themselves through compassion and tenderness. She understood why Joel and Twinge had connected, they were similar in so many ways, just as Nimueh differed from them. He turns his head towards her, brown eyes combing the features of her face, and she looks back with her own large eyes, open windows to her soul, she hid nothing, she had nothing to hide from him. ”I do not pity you Joel” Nimueh said softly, resting her long fingered hands upon the turret wall, “just as I would never wish for you to pity me.” A silence descends between them once more as the fires below them begin to run out of fuel with which to burn and the flames begin to flicker and shrink. She knows that he apologises for his words, but she also knows that she could never ask him to be anything but what he was, and she would never try. She had loved her father, she loved Arthur, her son, and the three men were alike in temperament, despite her son’s outward refinement, he was a man still, and a warrior, and these things left marks on the soul. ”Its because I care Joel,” Nimueh replied simply, “and you care about these people” the young woman continued, gesturing behind her at the castle, “but I think you need someone to care about you too, and…” She broke off with a sigh, glancing down at her bare feet, gentle tones carried away by the breeze, “I just wish you would let me.”  |
Replies:
- it's me, i'm a freak - By joel June 7, 2010 at 00:49:53 AM
- run rabbit run, as fast as you can; - By Nimueh & Avalon June 7, 2010 at 01:52:13 AM
- but thanks for loving me, cause you're doing it perfectly - By joel June 8, 2010 at 02:04:03 AM
- run rabbit run, as fast as you can; - By Nimueh & Avalon June 7, 2010 at 01:52:13 AM
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