Chase Away The Demons

Walk | Talk | Think

Against her will, Callisto continued to cry against Jakart's chest, fully at the mercy of the unexpected, severe emotions that ravaged through her system. Her body shook but was carefully held and supported by the gentle grey wolf, rocked softly for reasons that were beyond her but that somehow still seemed to feel right and consoling. Her expression, though hidden against his chest, was twisted in a look of inner pain and emotional turmoil, her pitiful sobs coming earnestly if not quieter than the initial outburst had been. And no matter how tightly she clenched her eyes shut, there was nothing that could be done to stifle the tears.

It was horrible. She was supposed to be stronger than this! A stupid nightmare was not supposed to be strong enough to undo her hard-earned composure! Though it did more harm than good, she cursed herself for it, for her weakness and inability to keep it together despite knowing deep down that the sending that had visited her in the night was one of the worst she could have imagined. It came with repressed memories, instances in her life that had caused deep, lasting wounds on her psyche, and the fact that not once during her kidnapping and even beyond had she enabled her guard to come down enough to let the feelings that had been there below the surface of her brave, defensive front to affect her in any way.

Powerless, the healer was trapped inside of her weakness, willing herself to fight the sending and the response it elicited in her, but she was not strong enough and eventually gave up. In fact, the more she cried, the longer she carried on, the more she began to realize what a weight it all was on her and how exhausting releasing the fear and depression through her tears was. It took a while, longer certainly than she would have liked, for the emotional rampage to even begin to subside, but eventually the sobs quieted into silent tears and the shaking in her body was nothing more than occasional trembles. The worst seemed to be over.

Face wet with tears, Callisto lay silent and drained against Jakart, unmoving and at a loss. While she was embarrassed by breaking down in front of him - and letting herself be pulled in by his kindness - she felt too exhausted to move, too exhausted to fully acknowledge how her outburst must have looked from his point of view. She wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep and pretend it had not happened while praying that strength would find her when she woke. She could not bring herself to face him just yet, so Callisto did not move or draw her face away from Jak's chest but let their position hide her expression from him. "Stay with me," she muttered just above a whisper, in a voice hoarse from crying. Too tired even to fight her worsening reliance on him, she merely stayed wrapped up within his embrace, hoping that he would stay at least until unconsciousness claimed her for another time that day.