Delirion
Sep 15th, 2001, 01:04:14 PM
(This RP takes place a few months in the past, shortly after Jeseth Cloak’s death, and following the events in <a href=http://pub58.ezboard.com/fcandelabraofmalicefrm3.showMessage?topicID=13.top ic>Angels & Visitations</a>)
<center>all i do
i can still feel you
numb all through
i can still feel you
hear your call
underneath it all
kill my brain
yet you still remain
crucified
after all i’ve died
after all i’ve tried
you are still inside
all i do
i can still feel you
you remain
i am stained</center>
Fleeing. She was fleeing from something she feared she could not hide from. Fleeing from death that had stared her in the face, so inescapable. Fleeing from the shadow at the back of her mind, from the malicious intent of Adalric. But how could she flee from something that she could not escape from?
Adalric was there, would never leave her. Would not give her the freedom to do and think and feel as she wished. Would not let her live, or love, or choose her own fate. Would not let him return.
He. Jeseth. Her brother of the Black Hand.
Oh spirits, what had she done? She had witnessed his death, had been the messenger of his last wish, had been all that - and never realised what it was that tied her to him. Only when his spirit had returned to her, when he had asked for her help - and for that of Adalric - had she known what all these past months she had denied herself. Had known that she would do anything for this man, anything to keep him alive, to return him to the living. And why?
Because she loved him.
But he had come to her, too late. What good was it now, that he was no longer alive, and she could not help him? She had seen him die once before - she could not bear to witness this second death, as his spirit would die, too; could not stand there helpless once more.
She was running; running as fast as she could, away from where he had come to her. She was running to her ship, to anywhere she could go where he could not follow. Minutes passed by and she had no clear recollection of what she was doing - time slipped by in a blurred vision, locations changed without her really noticing where she was going. It didn’t matter… as long as it was taking her away.
Her mind racing under the onslaught of emotions and memories stirred up during the past hour, she could not find calm, could not find time to think.
The ship was carrying her away from the place she had once considered her refuge, her home. But now she could not bear to remain there - black space was all that she could endure. Black space, and the void it almost created in her mind. No memories, no emotions connected to it. Just darkness, and a feeling of weightlessness and speed, as the ship plummeted towards nowhere.
<center><img src=http://delirion.clanpages.com/del/Delirion_7.jpg></center>
<center>all i do
i can still feel you
numb all through
i can still feel you
hear your call
underneath it all
kill my brain
yet you still remain
crucified
after all i’ve died
after all i’ve tried
you are still inside
all i do
i can still feel you
you remain
i am stained</center>
Fleeing. She was fleeing from something she feared she could not hide from. Fleeing from death that had stared her in the face, so inescapable. Fleeing from the shadow at the back of her mind, from the malicious intent of Adalric. But how could she flee from something that she could not escape from?
Adalric was there, would never leave her. Would not give her the freedom to do and think and feel as she wished. Would not let her live, or love, or choose her own fate. Would not let him return.
He. Jeseth. Her brother of the Black Hand.
Oh spirits, what had she done? She had witnessed his death, had been the messenger of his last wish, had been all that - and never realised what it was that tied her to him. Only when his spirit had returned to her, when he had asked for her help - and for that of Adalric - had she known what all these past months she had denied herself. Had known that she would do anything for this man, anything to keep him alive, to return him to the living. And why?
Because she loved him.
But he had come to her, too late. What good was it now, that he was no longer alive, and she could not help him? She had seen him die once before - she could not bear to witness this second death, as his spirit would die, too; could not stand there helpless once more.
She was running; running as fast as she could, away from where he had come to her. She was running to her ship, to anywhere she could go where he could not follow. Minutes passed by and she had no clear recollection of what she was doing - time slipped by in a blurred vision, locations changed without her really noticing where she was going. It didn’t matter… as long as it was taking her away.
Her mind racing under the onslaught of emotions and memories stirred up during the past hour, she could not find calm, could not find time to think.
The ship was carrying her away from the place she had once considered her refuge, her home. But now she could not bear to remain there - black space was all that she could endure. Black space, and the void it almost created in her mind. No memories, no emotions connected to it. Just darkness, and a feeling of weightlessness and speed, as the ship plummeted towards nowhere.
<center><img src=http://delirion.clanpages.com/del/Delirion_7.jpg></center>