Post by Keaira O'Connell on May 14, 2008 23:12:48 GMT -5
Her eyes were downcast, as she tried to keep her emotions from overflowing her mind like a cup under a faucet. She shouldn’t be like this, this wasn’t her. Keaira O’Connell was composed, calculating, and reserved. She didn’t allow others to determine who she was. She had kept to herself over the years to avoid any one rubbing their perceptions over her. Keaira O’Connell had kept to herself for most of her teenage years to keep her mine pure and undiluted. Yet this year things had changed now hadn’t they? She couldn’t keep herself isolated if the lightfighters were to ever succeed. The very existence of the world around them required her to be by the side of the others in order for them to vanquish the Mage.
Keaira O’Connell was not a bitter and jealous female… Or was she? Were there not ample reasons for her to be such? Wasn’t her life frustrating beyond all reason now? And wasn’t Zane the cause of it? Wysteria was dead, all the knowledge they had pointed to that assumption. And even if she was alive in the sense that she had been turned to a full vampire, didn’t that mean that she was in fact still dead, or rather, undead. A dark creature, one who lives by feeding off of the life source of others, Keaira, hardly considered that as being alive. As she looked off toward the forest that surrounded the school, Keaira wondered if out there was a girl who held semblances to the Wysteria she once knew.
Yes, and if she was what would that bring? More pain, suffering, and pain. If Zane loved her as much as he says he would likely run off at the moment he learned her existence in the forest was more than simply speculation. Run off and likely get himself killed. Leaving Keaira alone; far more than she had ever been with in these walls. She had grown fond of, and quite accustomed to the constant connection she shared with him. A connection that if ever severed would leave her distraught, alone, and scared. Who would she turn to, how would she go on? Would she recover? It would likely cause a major disruption in her life, one that would leave her a phantom of what she had been.
Keaira’s mind kept busy as Zane’s words slowly formed themselves in her head and her ears. It was comforting to hear him speak as such. And yet, it was not. How could he say such things? Tell her one moment that her believes her beautiful, and captivating mentally, wholly his, that he loved her, and yet, tell her the next in three simply words that there could never be anything between them while his hope lived on. She was not Wysteria, and she would never be her. The bitter and angry edge that had been in her mind, and words, as well as shown in her posture and tone, slowly slipped away, reality slipping back to where it had been.
As her thoughts descended in spirals of deepening depression, Keaira took a moment to place small mental blocks up, nothing that Zane couldn’t push through, but something to help with her own privacy. She would not find the comforting touch that she longed for in the hands of Zane Lucifer Bishop. His hands sought after the girl who was taken from him. With her eyes still downcast Keaira reached her hand up slowly and gently grasped Zane’s as it was poised by her cheek. Pressing his hand lightly against her face, she felt the warmth they offered. It was soothing, and yet, she knew she could not keep it. For a moment however, she allowed her thought to wonder what it could be like, and then as if it were nothing, she pressed her lips against the palm of his hand, and then let go.
Her frustrated and bitter emotions gone, now she was simply left with loneliness. Turning away from Zane, she blinked a single tear from her right eye. Zane would love Wysteria, even if the girl was lost from him forever, and there was nothing she could do to change that. She would simply continue existing, hoping that one day she could have someone to love her like that. Someone willing to give up any other advances on the mere hope that she was alive.
“I think I should go to bed. Its late, and I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
Her voice was unrealistically calm as she stated the sentence. With all that had just transpired, most people would not be able to state something so matter of fact like as she had. She certainly had learned a few new tricks in the months that she had been bonded to Zane. Taking a few short steps forward she paused, wondering if he would follow her, or if he would remain longer.
“You should sleep too Zane. I know you’ve been spending a lot of time up here. It won't do us any good to have your grades suffer and your prefect privileges taken away.”
Keaira O’Connell was not a bitter and jealous female… Or was she? Were there not ample reasons for her to be such? Wasn’t her life frustrating beyond all reason now? And wasn’t Zane the cause of it? Wysteria was dead, all the knowledge they had pointed to that assumption. And even if she was alive in the sense that she had been turned to a full vampire, didn’t that mean that she was in fact still dead, or rather, undead. A dark creature, one who lives by feeding off of the life source of others, Keaira, hardly considered that as being alive. As she looked off toward the forest that surrounded the school, Keaira wondered if out there was a girl who held semblances to the Wysteria she once knew.
Yes, and if she was what would that bring? More pain, suffering, and pain. If Zane loved her as much as he says he would likely run off at the moment he learned her existence in the forest was more than simply speculation. Run off and likely get himself killed. Leaving Keaira alone; far more than she had ever been with in these walls. She had grown fond of, and quite accustomed to the constant connection she shared with him. A connection that if ever severed would leave her distraught, alone, and scared. Who would she turn to, how would she go on? Would she recover? It would likely cause a major disruption in her life, one that would leave her a phantom of what she had been.
Keaira’s mind kept busy as Zane’s words slowly formed themselves in her head and her ears. It was comforting to hear him speak as such. And yet, it was not. How could he say such things? Tell her one moment that her believes her beautiful, and captivating mentally, wholly his, that he loved her, and yet, tell her the next in three simply words that there could never be anything between them while his hope lived on. She was not Wysteria, and she would never be her. The bitter and angry edge that had been in her mind, and words, as well as shown in her posture and tone, slowly slipped away, reality slipping back to where it had been.
As her thoughts descended in spirals of deepening depression, Keaira took a moment to place small mental blocks up, nothing that Zane couldn’t push through, but something to help with her own privacy. She would not find the comforting touch that she longed for in the hands of Zane Lucifer Bishop. His hands sought after the girl who was taken from him. With her eyes still downcast Keaira reached her hand up slowly and gently grasped Zane’s as it was poised by her cheek. Pressing his hand lightly against her face, she felt the warmth they offered. It was soothing, and yet, she knew she could not keep it. For a moment however, she allowed her thought to wonder what it could be like, and then as if it were nothing, she pressed her lips against the palm of his hand, and then let go.
Her frustrated and bitter emotions gone, now she was simply left with loneliness. Turning away from Zane, she blinked a single tear from her right eye. Zane would love Wysteria, even if the girl was lost from him forever, and there was nothing she could do to change that. She would simply continue existing, hoping that one day she could have someone to love her like that. Someone willing to give up any other advances on the mere hope that she was alive.
“I think I should go to bed. Its late, and I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
Her voice was unrealistically calm as she stated the sentence. With all that had just transpired, most people would not be able to state something so matter of fact like as she had. She certainly had learned a few new tricks in the months that she had been bonded to Zane. Taking a few short steps forward she paused, wondering if he would follow her, or if he would remain longer.
“You should sleep too Zane. I know you’ve been spending a lot of time up here. It won't do us any good to have your grades suffer and your prefect privileges taken away.”