Vicailde
03-05-2007, 09:48 AM
Vicailde stared at the cieling.
Two weeks.
It had been two weeks since the incident in the bathroom.
He turned his palm over slowly. The wounds were gone but he could still feel his flesh burning.
His eyes moved to his wife. She slept with her face on his chest and his arm around her.
Vicailde gritted his teeth in silence. He had not allowed himself to show any of the hidden emotions he had. He did not want her to know what he really thought about her heritage. He did not want her to know what he really thought about her fel energies soaking her throat.
She stired in her sleep and Vicailde's face lightened slightly.
These thoughts would not help her and probably just reinforce some of her own personal feelings about herself.
The hand, belonging to the arm that was loosely wrapped over him, gripping him lightly as she stired in her sleep again.
Vicailde's eyes moved to his hand and he glared at it. She was more than willing to accept that young man's energy but, when it came to him...
'Curse these old hands. Curse this worn body. Curse my bad heart.'
...she wanted nothing.
Vicailde gripped his hand tightly, the burning sensation increasing.
She just wanted to serve him....
Vicailde looked back at his wife.
...she was just waiting for him to die, like the one before him.
Vicailde gritted his teeth.
He would make her recognize him...
She nuzzled into him in her sleep, lightly.
...He would make her see the power he had to offer.
Two weeks.
It had been two weeks since the incident in the bathroom.
He turned his palm over slowly. The wounds were gone but he could still feel his flesh burning.
His eyes moved to his wife. She slept with her face on his chest and his arm around her.
Vicailde gritted his teeth in silence. He had not allowed himself to show any of the hidden emotions he had. He did not want her to know what he really thought about her heritage. He did not want her to know what he really thought about her fel energies soaking her throat.
She stired in her sleep and Vicailde's face lightened slightly.
These thoughts would not help her and probably just reinforce some of her own personal feelings about herself.
The hand, belonging to the arm that was loosely wrapped over him, gripping him lightly as she stired in her sleep again.
Vicailde's eyes moved to his hand and he glared at it. She was more than willing to accept that young man's energy but, when it came to him...
'Curse these old hands. Curse this worn body. Curse my bad heart.'
...she wanted nothing.
Vicailde gripped his hand tightly, the burning sensation increasing.
She just wanted to serve him....
Vicailde looked back at his wife.
...she was just waiting for him to die, like the one before him.
Vicailde gritted his teeth.
He would make her recognize him...
She nuzzled into him in her sleep, lightly.
...He would make her see the power he had to offer.