As the world came into focus once more, she could tell now that she was not alone. The dirt covered land had a distinct figure of white moving along, a wolf and at first Andromeda paid no mind to it. Her mind was still wandering in the void that was her mind, the void between the fabled spirit world and reality. For all Andromeda knew, this white figure was a ghost in her mind, a simple illusion, and she was content to think this until it got closer and closer. The wind confirmed that this was no illusion, it was slight but it penetrated the thick smell of dirt and she knew this was a male, that he was indeed alive and well. The two-toned female of black didn't care though, her heart still ached for Rosco, and it ached more than her flesh ever would.
Andromeda was definitely not in her right mind. Her eyes remained gazing forward, and though she was away of this white figure, her mind was content to wander. Emotions still ran strong within her and she honestly felt as if she wasn't in control of her own self anymore. Not her body, not her mind. Her instinct stirred inside of her, trying to tell her to get the hell up, not to be so vulnerable to a stranger and yet this instinct was buried by the deafening sounds of stars falling on earth...so loud that they rang in her mind years after. Andromeda remained on her side, legs sprawled out, a few visible spots of crusted over blood. Her yellow eyes remained half opened, seeing as the white male stood right before her but all she could think about is the last time she Rosco. That very last moment that haunted her mind, lingered in her soul, never to leave. His loyal father, there to the very end though he was perfectly capable of getting out alive, died for his son, for the effort to try was worth it. Who could leave a blind soul alone to their doom? She wanted to close her eyes again, and she once again fell into darkness, the last sight white paws.
He nosed her, the touch soft and yet Andromeda'a body reacted like a lifeless carcass. Only when he began to speak did her eyes allow light in again, though recently she was preferring the comfort of her own dark world. Andromeda's own thoughts, wild and untamed fought with the world's of the male, and in the end Andromeda was only half there and confused. Her mind tried to process the words he spoke, and really it was the tone of his voice that came through to her the most. She had spent so much time alone, any voice was surprisingly comforting. There was a long moment of silence, as it took that long for Andromeda to put together the last sentence from his mouth.
"No," she whispered, a moment afterwards her body finally moving like a living thing once again, though she did not change positions but moved her legs the slightest bit. She tensed with the pain and relaxed once more, yellow eyes falling onto the white and red male who had spoken to her, the light falling on him softly. Just another soul next her, another living thing. She sighed slightly as she lifted her head, looking into his face, her eyes burning, more intense than the sun itself as she met his eyes. The star-crowed girl would stare into him, her soul pushing its way out to whoever this was. Yes, she gazed right into Azrael's eyes, he was the first to see her pain and she released it onto him if he liked it or not. Andromeda blinked slowly, her mind still not into focus as she decided to speak.
"Lay with me," she said, voice smoky and light, almost disembodied. Her head lay back upon the cold dirt, slowly and gently. A soft moan escaped her body, eyes closing again, body tensing up again as the pain bolted through her body. She knew not if this male was to pay any mind to her, and really her mind was so filled with pain of different types, she didn't care too much...she just knew a little comfort, from anyone, would help.
Six Years - Loved by None - Followed by Azrael |