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Posted on August 24, 2012 at 07:30:59 AM by sova
 She wants him to hate her, to spurn her, to show the slightest inkling of anger. She wants him to shout or berate her, even hit her or throw her down. She wants him to do anything but sit there and be indifferent. There had never been a fire in Sova The Wanderer’s belly, she had never ached to feel the sort of raw emotions that were sung of in old songs, or spoken of in old wives stories. The smoky skinned girl had never presumed that she had wanted someone to lash out at her in anger for what she had done, to use that anger to scare her into staying, to tell her that the vast continent beyond the great isles was dangerous and that it would be the death of her. Alas, the man in front of her is not her mother, or her father, or even brother or sister- he is not someone of import in her family to tell her what she can and cannot do. And yet, she finds herself silently begging on the inside, hoping that he should tell her she was stupid or wrong to leave. What she does see, is a man once again broken, no doubt soured by the woman that had made him bitter when she had first met him. The woman that had made him brash and angry, and the self same woman that Sova had not once seen in the hollows of this hot, deserted wasteland. Scowling in silence as he looks towards her, his eyes landing in the middle of her face, spotting the small crescent of white that had been sported by neither parents, and had been unique to her and her alone, now Sova herself wants to yell and shout at him. As her dark lips form a distasteful sort of frown, Encantador looks away, like he is disgusted with the look on her face and preoccupied with the dust that settles on the ground in front of him. Naturally, she must speak up. Ignoring his question, because it had been nothing more than a social ritual that a good bringing up had taught him to entertain, Sova speaks. “Why are you so angry she left you? Can a woman be so worth your affections that she drives you to bitterness and heartache?” Blunt. She had been blunt with him before, affecting an apology from him, but this time she wants no such thing. She wants to understand why she must be the receiver of his sadness and loneliness, why she must feel the bitter venom in his words, when all she has done is leave for a spell, returning with a smell ache in her belly as she hoped to make this place her home. Now she stares long and hard at him, now waiting for the fire of his anger to be directed at her, her legs standing fast and strong, but feeling as though they might crumble to pieces beneath her and let her fall to the dry earth. “Maybe no one wants to come back because you don’t want them to.” Her own words are harsh, aiming to lay a heavy blow, to make him realize that he has led old wounds fester, and even as a child, Sova had known that ancient injuries- whether physical or those that affect the spiritual bodies, all grew to be infect, and then they would grow into something even worse. She realizes what she has said, and withdraws a bit, as if regretful of her words, but instead her eyes burn with a disappointed fire, staring almost wetly down at the boy. “You make me sad Encantador. You hurt others because you won’t let anyone fix you, and you cannot fix yourself.” Her words are barely a whisper. sova lyovna levanevskaya mare. smoky black. Ee aa nCr. 15.1 hh. mixed breed. pronounced soh-vah. |
ooc: hormonal sova is hormonal :P
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- x - By Canta September 26, 2012 at 12:00:18 PM
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