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| Helena | Jul 2 2009, 06:27 AM Post #1 |
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She sat in the small tavern in her ripped up white dress. It was a clean dress yet she had no shoes, only the white stockings the came to her thigh. the dress was thin fabric indeed and a tight whit corset held it onto the woman’s small frame. It seemed fitting for a night gown but perhaps not for daily wear. Over that she had a thin lace white robe on that matched the nightgown like dress. her fingers remained wrapped around a clay cup as if she were hanging onto it for dear life. She held it as if letting it go would stop her heart. Warm brown eyes looked blankly off into the distance showing that she was lost deep within her mind. Golden brown curls rested gently over her thin shoulders. She was such a breakable thing, so fragile in appearance and so young and beautiful. The sleeves of her robe were long and billowed over the sides of the table as she continued to gaze off into the distance with a blank expression. Every now and again she would rub her neck lightly as if it pained her a little yet it was only a pain in her mind. Eyes finally looked up to a man as he stood upon the table kneeling down upon the flat wood surface and ran a bow across a violin making a beautiful tune. The sound made tears run down her face as she thought again about how she had gotten here. The first thing that had come to her the name Vincent, but she could hardly remember who Vincent was. Something told her deep down that her soul longed for Vincent and that they were meant to be together forever but she was unable to even find what his face had looked like. As if her entire life had been washed away. Not all of it anyways, she still recalled that she was an actress and singer, she remembered her childhood and she remembered that night. Oh that horrible night, the night Vincent and she had been fated to part ways. Tears came to her eyes as she sat alone in her corner sobbing quietly to herself in her funeral attire. She was so alone and afraid, would anyone know who she was? Her heart ached in the memory of her lost love and still his face did not enter her mind. She was so confused, all she knew for certain was her name Helena. How long, how long had she been asleep in that endless darkness? Were those who she loved even alive anymore? Oh god she felt so helpless, so alone, so out of place. She just wanted to fade away into that darkness that she had grown to become accustom to but her body would not turn to smoke and vanish. She was stuck here, she was solid. Her heart beat in her chest, beat...it was not silent nor still anymore but beat fiercely for him, but who he was she could not recall. His love brought her back and she wanted to be closer to him only because she was made to be his now and forever. The engagement ring on her finger proved that someone had loved her but his face was so distant, his voice faded. Was it a memory or just a dream, how was she suppose to know. |
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| Rettorick | Jul 2 2009, 07:03 AM Post #2 |
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Rettorick had been staying in the Tired Tavern for a week, the band need a piano player and Rettorick was the one his family used to select to play every night before the whole house slept. The top hat sitting on the piano was upturned, gloves resting inside. Handls lightly touching the keys under his fingers Rettorick began to play, a song that he had written after his family had been burned. The song was lofy at first, dark and clear like the nght sky. Then it grew in intensity and power, as the vision of the blaze grew clear and bright behind Rettorick's closed eyes. Finaly the music reached a frantic peak, the whole tavern was quiet and all eyes rested on the piano man. With a crash of the keys under Rettoricks fingers the house in his mind's eye fell, with some last lingering notes the embers died and the wind started to cast about the ashes. With a deep sigh the blue-eyed man sttod and bowed to the patrons in the tavern, a few hands clapped but most were struch dumb by the song still playing in their ears. The violin player placed a hand on Rettoricks shoulder and told him to take a break, he knew what the song was inspired by. The bartender handed the young man a glass of wine and he looked for a place to sit down. His crystal blue eyes found a woman in white sitting by herself, and a beauty that profound could not be left to sit alone. Walking over to the woman Rettorick bowed to her placing his right hand across his mid-section and letting his eyes fall to the floor. "Is this seat available, my lady?" Rettorick asked with his body still bent and his head tilted upwards so that his blue eyes could meet the brown eyes of the beauty before him. In another place, another time and with another name Rettorick would not have asked, he would have sat next to her and expected to be welcomed. The roads he had walked, and the people he had met had taught the blue-eyed devil much. |
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| Helena | Jul 2 2009, 07:22 AM Post #3 |
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She let out a light sigh using her sleeve to whip away her tears before a voice entered her head. For a moment she was not sure if it was someone’s voice speaking to her or a voice that was actually trapped in her mind from her past. Honey brown eyes looked up to the stranger, a dashing gentleman with dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. It was then she heard a voice she knew was certainly from her past for it made no sense to her. A phantom voice singing words in her head, 'Henry have you the nerve...where is Miss Blache she is fifteen minutes late and rehearsal started an hour ago. She should be here by now.' She wanted to speak out and say she was hear as her memory depicted but she didn't. She just looked back to the table picking up her mug with shaking hands and taking a sip of the cold water. The liquid ran down her throat feeling so alien to her. She had been so parched when she came into the tavern at first, as if she had been asleep for so long and as if she had wandered through a desert in her dreams. Rose red lips parted as her check began to take on their former rosy hue, "Oui my Lord you may be seated." Her accent was not quite French, she was a native born of Avalon even if she had spent her time in France after her parents had died. Yet her time in France had made her speak it fluently and almost on an impulse. Hands still shaking she set her cup back upon the smooth wooden surface of her table and looked to the man once more. A charming gentleman that would have perhaps made her smile is she was not so lost and alone. She didn't understand why no one could see it, no one could hear her screaming inside for help. Just silence met her, silence as eternal as her lost darkness. His kind face was at least a nice change of scenery from the pictures in her mind flashing before her eyes. Those distant days...that distant nightmare. Her own scream echoed in her skull as the sensation of her hair being pulled made her jump a little. Delicatly she crossed her legs and looked back at the tables surface letting her death grip let off the cup and her fingers brushed smoothly through soft curls. She could have sworn someone tugged on her curls, but no that was just her memory playing with her again. How wicked it was, the devil himself might have put those pictures in her mind but no. She knew they had happened and it made the tears fall down her face once again at the thought of how she had gone. Screaming and begging, nothing but fear. The sensation came over her again as she started shaking uncontrollably and cried out, "STOP PLEASE." She could see that mans face once again and it made her fall to the table, face buried within the sleeves of her rob and she cried. It was then she remembered the man who had asked to sit with her and she whimpered to him her apologies, "I am sorry my lord, forgive me but I am haunted…or I am haunting...I don't rightfully know dear sir. My demons still yell to me frightful things, show me frightful memories, things better I forget. I can't escape it now I never will. it's not your fault at all." |
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| Rettorick | Jul 2 2009, 08:02 AM Post #4 |
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Rettorick set himself down lightly in the seat, his cold eyes watching the beautiful woman's far away gaze. Figers gently kissed the crystal glass as it was lifted to the young mans lips, dark burgandy liquid drifting past the soft red skin. The woman yelled at something that was tormenting her, and Rettorick set the crystal down against the warm wood. As the apology fell from between the beautiful woman's rich lips Rettorick sighed. "Shh please my dear, we will have no talk of hauntings and hard memories. Trust me when I say I too know the hardships of memories that cannot go forgotten." As his words drifted across the table the blue eyed man's gaze found the dresss the woman was wearing. It was almost in tatters and looked uncomfortable. With a shake of his head Rettorick stood up and bowed again. "Please my lady I must ask you to come with me. A beuty sych as yours should only be clothed in stitching that matches. I would like you to take my arm and follow me across the road, there is a fabulous shop that I am sure you would be able to find soemhting more fitting to drape over your beautiful shoulders." |
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| Helena | Jul 2 2009, 08:37 AM Post #5 |
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Everyone had their ghosts...but Helena was her ghost, she was...undead or was she? She didn't understand how this whole thing worked, love resurrecting the dead it didn't make any sense to her. Delicate fingers played across the rim of her cup as she looked off into the distance again with tears in her eyes. A whisper came to her mind, a warm voice that made her close her eyes and feel her passion burn inside her, 'Shh my love, Detra I love you and only you forevermore. I promise to be there for you and I can only see one way to accomplish this. Detra dear will you marry me?' She looked down at the diamond engament ring and felt another tear roll down the side of her face. Looking back up to the man she let the memory fade away into the darkness and put out her hand in a very smooth and gentile ladylike fashion, "I am sorry for my rudeness sir. I am Miss Helena Detra Blache opera singer and actress at the Opera Belle." Beautiful Opera House as they called it, it had been her home for many years and now she was so far away from it. She was outside the world she knew so well looking in through a window as she sat out in the rain. How as she to fit in here now that she was a singer? He spoke to her again catching her attention once more and making her sit up. Helena didn't know how long she had been in this dress, hundreds of years for all she knew. Standing up she let her posture slide into perfection on muscle memory. Standing tall and proud she looked at him with thankful eyes and replied. "I thank you sir, I...I think this dress in my sleepwear and it is quite uncomfortable to be around so many men in such delicate fabric. In fact due to events I am rather afraid to be in this attire wandering Avalon." Pulling her rob together she tied it shut with the white lace and made a pretty little bow that slumped over in quite a sad fashion. She offered her hand to him thinking as she always had that men lead women about in the proper side of society. This was the custom she was use to, how she had been raised. |
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| Rettorick | Jul 2 2009, 09:08 AM Post #6 |
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Rettorick smiled, his teeth flashing in the lonely light from the single candle on the table. Reaching out with his fair-skinned hand and lifted the woman's own fingers to his lips. "Rettorick Morison Dotterell." A gentle kiss laid upon the soft skin, then he placed her hand on his arm and started towards the door. On the way to the heavy oak with iron hinges Rettorick grasped his cane, and with a flisk of the wood his top hat landed lightly on his head. Into the cool morning Rettorick led the young woman, sliding her had off his arm for a moment he slipped his jacket off and laid it across her elegantly round shoulders. Replacing Helena's had on his arm the blue eyed man continued to make a path across the road. Reaching the door of the dressmaker Rettorick stopped with his hand on the door."I must warn you my lady, she is a very loud and strange old woman. I would trust no one more with my clothing than her." The door burst open and an old woman with hair like the bad end of a broom and a face like the back end of a dog stood in the entrance."Rettorick my boy you were in here yesterday for your hat, why are you back here so soon?" the old woman turned and went back into her shop. The young man laughed quietly to himself and stepped inside, nodding to helena to do the same. "No Mrs. Corell it is not I that I am here for. This is Helena Detra Blanche please take care of her." |
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| Helena | Jul 2 2009, 09:27 AM Post #7 |
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A small smile was provoked from her as he did his little trick to get the top hat upon his head. It was good to smile again despite the fact she still felt a little unstable on her feet. She had been dead, she had an excuse for not having her balance and poise of a ballet dancer as usual. She would regain it soon enough. At least she was not stumbling as she had before. When she first came up from the crypt she was unable to even stand, needing to pull herself up the crypt steps just to get out of the dank dark hole. It had been so frightening to her, where would she live now? She was far from the opera house, countries away in fact. Her family was gone so her mansion was probably not even hers anymore and Vincent...that name. He was probably gone just the same. What, was she to live in her families crypt? Most likely, it seemed she would. With a few things she could make it a little more cheerful. Walking out into the cool morning air she shivered a little. The light fabric of her nightgown was not enough to keep the crisp airs sting off her skin. Without a word like any good hearted gentleman Retterick took off his coat and set it upon her shoulders. Why was he doing this? Well in her world men would do this but why now? Had he heard her screaming deep down inside herself and taken pity on her. Putting her hand over her shoulder to hold the coat on she whispered with a sweet and beautiful voice, "Thank you so much. I don't know how to repay you. Perhaps when I make it home and everything is arranged I may pay you back. It is not as if I am poor and unable to repay you." As they stopped at the door to the seamstress he gave her a small warning and then pushed the door open. A rather disheveled old woman ran about speaking of his top hat before moving into her shop. Helena followed Rettorick inside thankful to escape the cold chill and the calm wind that had been tossing at her curls. To most people it would have felt nice but to her with her senses trying to stir once again it was like harpies claws against her flesh. Rettorick asked for the woman to take care of Helena for him and she gave the woman a small smile curtsying a little and saying, "Pleasure to met you Mrs. Corell." By now Helena was quite use to the fitting for dresses, she had worked on stage her whole life and that was apart of the job. In fact Helena was quite accustom to have three seamstresses buzzing around her at once frantic about finishing a dress on time. Sometimes it had been stressful but this was not for the arts, this was for day to day and therefore with a woman as cheerful as this one it could not possibly become stressful. |
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| Rettorick | Jul 2 2009, 09:55 AM Post #8 |
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Rettorick smiled as he caught the thanks of the woman he was having a dress made for. His smile was shortlived, the word "repay" had never set with him quite right. There was something about the word that made his heart burn, no it was not his hart but the hearth of his family home. The blue eyed man schook his head, "No my dear Helena you will not repay me. I am not helping you outof the kindness of my heart, no I feel that it is my duty to help a woman of your beauty reflect that in every aspect that I can." Rettorick stood up and turned his back to the women, for Mrs. Corell had come back into the room with fabric and thread. Looking out the window with his hands behind his back the blue eyed gentleman started to sing softly to himself. "Dum da da da dee da dum da da da dee da dum da da da dee da dum." |
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| Helena | Jul 2 2009, 10:18 AM Post #9 |
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She was alright with people wanting to spoil her, she was sue to it. It had been daily life for her to get roses every day from people she didn't know, but when one of those people had beaten her in her dressing room, snapped her neck, and done a countless other horrors to her she had become a little weary of being lavished even if she still enjoyed it. She didn't say anything else about it however, she had remained silent like a good woman should. When you don't know what you should say then hold your tongue her grandmother would say. Not because we are the weaker sex but because we are the smarter. In the rest of life however be loud, as loud as you wanted. Grandmothers words always had some good use to them. Inside the shop Mrs. Corell ran about her with fabric asking which ones she liked. Helena had stuck with red, she really did like the darker colors. Not that she had a dark personality, she just found red to be a beautiful and regal color and she was a regal person. Mrs. Corell started to take her measurements listing off numbers as she went along. Before she knew it she had fabric wrapped around her as the seamstress tried to figure what the most flattering cuts would be on her. She felt that Helena had beautiful shoulders and an elegant neck that should be showed off so she spoke about how she would let the dress sit off the shoulders and allow her to flaunt what she had. Helena smiled as Rettorick sang a little song in his boredom. With her angelic voice she asked him sweetly, "Do you like music? Maybe I should sing for you someday then dear Rettorick." She despised admitting this but she rather enjoyed being something of a pet, pampered and loved, even if a pet had to listen to a master she never saw herself as having masters even if she truly did have them. The men who owned the opera house had been her masters, and they had treated her as their living doll dressing her how they wanted to make her appeal to the public. It was perhaps a little unnerving to some people to let others build who you were and how you were seen by the public but she grew up with it. Within a few more minutes the sheets of fabric were certainly taking on the appearance of a dress and a lovely one at that. Mrs. Corell tossed her curls over her right shoulder so she could better work on the button work on the back of the dress and the elegant designs on the fabric she was using. Helena watched in the mirror as she transformed into the creature she was so failure with. That beautiful angel of music that stood up on stage singing her heart out with her lover in the best box cheering her on. This time she was not upon stage nor singing and this time she was alone, her lovers words long since whispered, his touch long since had gone cold. |
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| Rettorick | Jul 2 2009, 10:49 AM Post #10 |
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Rettorick was startled from his world of sound by another, more beautiful sound. Helena had asked him if he liked music, it was true. From childhood he had a natural talent from playing an instrument, everything he picked up he could play. After a while the talent turned to a curse as nothing challenged him. The only thing he could not master was his own voice, no words were ever sung by Rettorick only parts of tunes played on more heavenly tools. "Yes, I love music. It has been the one passion of mine that has survived since boyhood. With a speaking voice as soothing as yours the voice you sing with must be more than exceptional. I would give anything to hear it." In honesty the words were spoken, no false word was ever uttered by the blue eyed gentleman.Out of the corner of his eye he was watching the old woman runn circles around Helena, with rich fabrics of red. The young man closed his eyes and drew a deep breath through his nose. A earthy scent drifted to him, along with the sweet scent of wildflowers, eternal beauty. |
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| Helena | Jul 2 2009, 11:22 AM Post #11 |
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She smiled when he told her that he would love to hear her sing and she swore to herself that she would sing for him. Looking back to him she gave him a smile and shrugged a little only to be poked with a pin and relax back into her normal position. "It's so nice to meet people who love music as much as I do. I myself play piano, flute, cellos, the harp, and the violin. I grew up in the opera house for the most part with my grandmother. I am also a ballet dancer, I danced in the opera's before I got lead roles. I have been rather gifted at it since childhood, my whole family was musical." Another glance at the mirror and she could already tell what the dress would look like. She had to admit for her age she worked fast and she had such delicate stitching it was as if she never used needle and thread. "The dress is very beautiful Mrs. Corell, thank you so much...and that you Rettorick for getting this for me. It's very kind of you." With a few more stitches Mrs. Corell had her get down off the box she had been standing on and moved her into a back room to do the finishing touched. Fixing up the sleeves and fitting her with a beautiful black cloak she had Helena look it over in the mirror, her dress falling just off her shoulders in an elegant yet attractive way keeping her to appear very ladylike. With a smile she thanked the old seamstress and was ushered back into the front room. Spinning a few times she smiled a little and looked over at Rettorick, "Do you like it?" She asked him, her warm brown eyes looking into his beautifully haunted blue eyes. The color of the dress made her red lips and rosy checks stand out as well as made her skin glow with this lively bright radiance. Spinning about one more time she slipped her black cloak on buckling it with the silver pin and pulling her brown curls up to rest over the black fabric. She looked rather breathtaking, she had almost forgotten how pretty she was. So long in the dark you forget the beauty in just about anything. “So where to now my dear gentleman.” |
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| Rettorick | Jul 2 2009, 11:48 AM Post #12 |
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Rettorick was cast back to his family when Helena mentioned hers, an unhappy home he had. Music was his, no one else cared. They worried too much about money and reputation they would treat those things like they were something of value. Instantly he was dropped out of his memories by the clatter of the wooden box the short Mrs. Corell used to stitch the dresses and suits she made. Still looking out the window Rettorick replied; "Kindness is a matter of perspective My lady, to me letting you stay in those things you were wearing would have been too rude to allow myself to sleep tonight." Turning around the young man held his top hat loosly in his left hand, his right clutched the cane. Rettorick's head tipped sideways as he looked over Helena, she looked no more beautiful than when he first saw her. It was if someone had written a beautiful peice of music, and then after letting you hear it for the first time played it over again with a different instrument. No less or no more as beautiful just a different sound, the woman before Rettorick was indeed a beautiful peice of music to his ice blue eye. "You now have the perfect instrument on whitch to play your song of beauty, yes I like it indeed my lady Helena. As to the question of where to go I have no idea in my head as to where we should be." After a moment or so of contemplation a glint of something out of the window fell around Helena like a white veil glowing as if the sun was following her. The perfect place then jumped into Rettorick's mind. "There is a place, the water is clear and the flowwers are half as tall as I am. The view of the sea from the banks of the pond is as breathtaking as you are now. I can think of no place more beautiful on this island than there." The old woman shot a look over to Rettorick, with a sly smile on her toothless face, she knew the place he was talking about. She was the one who had told him about it, and she had even taken him there three days before. |
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| Helena | Jul 2 2009, 12:13 PM Post #13 |
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When he told her about the place he would take her she smiled and lifted up a small fraction of her skirt, "It sounds beautiful, I can hardly wait to see it." She put out her arms so that Rettorick could lead her, again it was instinct for her to behave like a girl brought up by a rich family because that was how she had always been. Her fragile frame was still not perfectly stable, something you could tell by watching her sway a little from time to time. She was like a lark who had been caged for so long and was just strengthening her wings again. Then the thought came down upon her. Would it be the same with her voice, would she be unable to sing for a while? The very idea frightened her but she trusted her death would not have affected her so greatly. Then again death was suppose to affect you because you die, therefore everything stops working because you are dead. She cringed a little at the thought of her death and coming back. If only someone could tell her what was happening she might feel better. She did wish that someone would recognize her and give her a little information of what happened after her final hours. For someone who would have pushed everyone out of her life to be remembered she was sadly quite forgotten. There was only one person who remembered and that person must have brought her back. Thinking a moment longer she wondered if that person could be Vincent, that name she could not forget, that ring on her finger she could not ignore. Was it all connected somehow? It was becoming exhausting to think about everything and she was beginning to think it would be better to forget it all and move on. The past was dead, as dead as she had been a few hours ago. Why live in a faded world with little light when she had a brilliant path laid out before her. She could find love again, she could find fame again. It would be hard to ignore her past but if she wanted to move forward it would have to be done. "I just wish someone could help me forget." She blurted out putting a hand over her lips, "I am so sorry, I said that out loud, well I didn't mean for it...what I mean is...actually. Oh why lie to yourself, I wish I did have someone to help me forget this...this stupid ring." She lifted her hand up showing him the engagement ring that glittered on her finger. If only someone could. |
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| Rettorick | Jul 5 2009, 09:49 AM Post #14 |
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REttorick nodded, he understood what it was like to want to forget and to not be able to. The memory of his brother, onyl a few hours before the house caught fire was still in his mind like peice of etched glass. Rettorick was sitting at the piano, his brother holding a drink in his hand leaning against the warm resonating wood. The two were talking, it was a song the younger knew by heart, his twoin was saying something about falling in love. After the song was done the older brother fell asleep in a chair by the fire, and Rettorick had gone out for a walk. The flames were so high that the orange glow could be seen halfway across town, when he saw them Rettorick went running through the street. The gentleman shook his head to clear his thoughts and started leading Helena out to the place he had seen. "My lady, in the years that I have lived I have found it is best to get rid of all things one cannot forget. When my familys home burned down and I was left the sole survivor I had my brothers cane with me. I burned it, if you insist on forgetting whatever that ring reminds you of I have a suggestion. When we get to this place I want to show you throw that ring into the sea." As he walked Rettorick nodded, his hat bobbing up and down on top of his head. "There is no better thing to do than to destroy whatever it is that causes you harm." Was Rettoricks thought on the matter. Soon the two were at the back gates of the city, "I must warn you that if we pass these gates you must follow me wherever I go, it is easy to get lost and I do not wish any harm to befall you." |
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| Helena | Jul 5 2009, 11:13 AM Post #15 |
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Helena looked down at her ring as he suggested throwing it into the sea. If it would make her forget then she would do it, and yet she felt that taking the ring off would end her very life. It was silly to think a single ring was keeping her alive, but it did giver her a reason to be alive. To figure out what happened, who gave it to her, who loved her, why she was alive. So many questions needed an answer and she intended on getting them, but if she threw this away then her answers went with it. Who was to say she would not wake up and forget who she was, her very name. The ring reminded her of so much more then pain, it reminded her of who she was and the better days. Did she want to throw all that away as well? Was she quite ready to risk it? She followed him closely as he talked about once she passed through the gates she had to stay with him to avoid getting lost. Holding onto his arm she looked up to him with a rather no nonsense sort of expression and replied, "I am quite sure I shall not be wandering off. I tend to listen well and listen often." As they walked through the gates she looked back, always glancing over her shoulder as if they were being followed by someone. She could not help it but she always had this funny feeling that eyes were on her and she hadn't had a clue. As if someone was hiding away in the bushes spying upon her. It was ridiculous because obviously no one actually was, still she could not shake that feeling. "So where is this place you are taking me? Does it happen to have a name or is it a mystery to modern man?" Her eyes moved to look upon his face as she wrapped her other hand around his arm to make certain they were not separated by some cruel act of fait. It seemed like paranoia but it had happened before. |
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