Fall into the depths of my arms

Words were spoken on defiant ears. Her violet gaze was lost to the similarities between the dead and the living. She wanted to touch every part of him. Study the way he moved, the way he spoke, such elegancy and yet not the slurs and vulgar tones of the one she had called her love. Confusion filled her gaze as her mind swam round and round. She could feel the distant wiggle of the unknown touching her core, reaching for control, she couldn?t allow herself to fall victim to the powers that be. No, she would push away its advances, she knew it meant well but she needed this moment, if only for her to feel something other then emptiness.

Her tail swayed behind her as he spoke of his father. She had never questioned the background. Never known where he had come from. She had only lived in the here and now. Who had given birth to him? Where they dead now? Questions that would never have answers and she allowed the pain of it to slip from her and into the ground below. She envisioned the energy of it, pouring into the ground and releasing its melancholy hold on her. ?Speaking with a dead mans faces can make a soul yearn.? She said softly, her ears fell back as the reality pooled into her and the grief seemed to swallow her whole. She felt herself buckle, her legs giving out beneath her, as she looked up at him with disappointment. Just one touch.

Her body was awfully heavy. The weight of it fall pulling her down and she could feel it all crushing her. Her ears twitched as he spoke of the battle. Pain sliced into her head as she remembered his gaze. That one last look, saying everything and nothing. She felt tears prickling her cheeks and she blinked them away. She was never meant to love. Only to serve. Yet she had become everything fable had said she was unable. She had fallen in love with them all. Every face that looked to her for guidance and every heart that had given her their loyalty, it had all molded her into something more then just a pawn. She would never be who she was again.

?Eyes like stars, yet all they ever saw was what they wanted. Who is darkness and who is gray? Lust compulsions were in his nature and the fault was in those that allowed him to love with expectations. His reputation was known and for those to feel resentment for a soul who kept true to himself is in wasted efforts.? She said with a laugh, she had never thought he?d be involved in their children?s life. She had accepted it and would take both roles to care for her children and yet he had proved her wrong. He had come to her, claimed her, and made her his and only his.

?Yet, children, they know nothing but what they desire. What they think is truth and yet veils cover their eyes. Others give influence and yet they know nothing. Death stole that option from you. Stole the chance to understand and to close the hatred that filled your heart.? She almost sobbed the words. It confused her so that so many wanted him gone. Why change? Why be something better when others wanted him dead. Stole him from her. Stole him from his children. It hurt more then she understood and her heart felt like it would shatter clean out of her chest. ?Just one moment, I had hoped, that you could kiss me and I would taste him.? She said with a sad little smile. Was he here? Did he travel the lost roads? Searching for something to speak to those that he left behind?