Post by Jace Greymane on Dec 24, 2013 14:13:00 GMT
Jace lay awake in her bed, head pressing into the pillow. Eyes half lidded in a sorrowful thought. A gentle blink the only sign of life as she sat up late into the mornings light. Knowing full well she had much to do today. It was the lonliness of the heart that kept her awake. She had lived through fighting unsurmountable odds. Fighting dragons, werewolves, ancient vampires, demons, mages, yet something as stupid as loneliness broke her down into this frail and meek woman.
She could fight off hordes of orcs and armies of goblins. Delve the darkest caverns. Swim in the deepest of the ocean and jump across the widest riven without fear. Yet her memories of those she had loved and lost to happenstance still stuck with her. Not just the men she served with in the army. No, they had their own time, they chose to fight. That was a burden that she undertook with the position and title.
No this loneliness has names. Alanah the elven beauty, who died suddenly and was taken away before it began. Alexandra the human angel, perhaps the last one of her own dieing breed. Now she lay in bed alone, cold. She didn't like how she got to where she was. Those tear stains on her pillow and her suffering alone. A smile and savage beast by day, and a fragile lost animal at night.
Some nights she dreamed of being locked within a black room. Naked. Alone. Wet and cold, shivering in the darkness. Hungry and thirsty with nothing to quench her desires. Yes, all of these, but mostly alone. Even in a room full of people during the day, she was alone. Even as she flirted with women and continued that charade that she placed up to encourage such fun times.
It was hard just getting through her day to day. She enjoyed the time she could sleep without that dark room, her dreams brought her warmth. Fleeting happiness where she did not have to put up that mask to the outer world. Indeed, her body ached for it each night. It was rather sad that she didn't want to wake up. It was like a reverse nightmare. Each day came to her, waking her up to that realization. Where one should wake from a nightmare and be relieved.
She woke to one each morning.
She could fight off hordes of orcs and armies of goblins. Delve the darkest caverns. Swim in the deepest of the ocean and jump across the widest riven without fear. Yet her memories of those she had loved and lost to happenstance still stuck with her. Not just the men she served with in the army. No, they had their own time, they chose to fight. That was a burden that she undertook with the position and title.
No this loneliness has names. Alanah the elven beauty, who died suddenly and was taken away before it began. Alexandra the human angel, perhaps the last one of her own dieing breed. Now she lay in bed alone, cold. She didn't like how she got to where she was. Those tear stains on her pillow and her suffering alone. A smile and savage beast by day, and a fragile lost animal at night.
Some nights she dreamed of being locked within a black room. Naked. Alone. Wet and cold, shivering in the darkness. Hungry and thirsty with nothing to quench her desires. Yes, all of these, but mostly alone. Even in a room full of people during the day, she was alone. Even as she flirted with women and continued that charade that she placed up to encourage such fun times.
It was hard just getting through her day to day. She enjoyed the time she could sleep without that dark room, her dreams brought her warmth. Fleeting happiness where she did not have to put up that mask to the outer world. Indeed, her body ached for it each night. It was rather sad that she didn't want to wake up. It was like a reverse nightmare. Each day came to her, waking her up to that realization. Where one should wake from a nightmare and be relieved.
She woke to one each morning.
