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Date Posted: 21:18:33 06/28/05 Tue
In reply to:
Alicia Baslazari
's message, "$ The Betrayed $" on 20:00:57 06/28/05 Tue
::quizzical? that was one hell of an understatement. as the figure had fallen, raven haired and bruised, to the ground, she'd stepped forward and reached out a hand. but Alicia had gotten there first, and the redhead immediately stopps her motion. taking a step or two back, she returns to her previous position without a word. her emerald eyes, filled with anxiety and concern, cloud with confusion as Zeth begins to twitch and cry out like a madman.
the slightest tinge of fear seeps into her mind, unbidden and unwelcome. what the hell was going on? as the man who appeared so strong, so invincible, crawled towards her on hands and knees, sobbing and plainly terrified, the fae is held motionless. no words can escape, not a one, for shock is a powerful silencer. his frantic touch seems to revive her, because she looks down and meets his eyes. eyes that were filled with pain, tears, and fear, with a spreading bruise below one and a pale cheek beneath the other.
crouching down, she attempts to remove the vise around her calf and kneel on the ground. words from the blonde femme draw her eyes back skyward. at their conclusion, she is once again caught without words. what could she possibly say? hurts like that don't go away at words from the other woman, kind or otherwise. and so the vampiress can only watch, mouth agape, as her lover's wife retreats down the hallway. damn. having successfully removed the male's grip from her leg (I know... I'm just assuming), she sits down, regardless of chilly tile, and gently takes him in her arms. smoothing his hair with an alabaster hand, she remains still and quiet, watching him carefully with those drops of precious jade.
and Alicia? what to do about Alicia. of course she would take care of Zethypoo. she'd never had anything against the woman. okay, that was a lie. but it wasn't the woman's fault. the pixie had failed to act on feelings and had lost out. no blame to be placed on anyone. and at the words that the femme has spoken, wise and quiet and accepting of the situation, the redheaded 'ess feels nothing but respect. no pity, for it would not be welcome. no sadness, because it was not wise to dwell. just respect- she'd given up the man she loved more than anything in this world because she'd know she had no other choice. and that, my friends, is courage and completely and utterly deserving of respect. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. thank you Aretha::
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