Crashing Tides [open]

She tilted her head to the side, haunted grey eyes seeking his own, no one had ever been bold enough to ask her for her story outright and she had never given it willingly. Her mind, her shattered psyche, it was wounded because of such things, because she had tried and failed to forget. It was her minds way of coping with the evils that had befallen her. he drew closer to her, invading her space and still the dame did not move, her slender body maintaining its natural grace, her eyes never leaving his own.

"My thoughts are not my own, they stem from many pieces, many fragments of my soul. Broken, shattered, my mind is nothing more than an incomplete thought, filled with one too many voices. As a young child my oldest brother was struck by a crippling fever, delusions, haunting figures, pain... it was my job to see him heal. I fell into my first heat and taken by his own illusions he smelled it upon me and took me with no care or remorse for my own screams." The soft whispers upon her brain protested such a confession, but once it was finished fell silent, awaiting his reaction with eager anticipation. For once the ivory dame did not remain silent, instead rising to her pads. She was a touch too thin, too perfect.

"Do you still wish to aid my sleep? I am naught but broken pieces." She had never told anyone so entirely much about her. No one knew of her illnesses, or her history, raped by her own brother, tarnished by her own flesh and blood, beauty was not present upon her soul.