Like I'm Fighting for Truce in Babylon
10-16-2014, 06:39 AM
A soft voice, sweet and wavering, broke into her meditations. At first Val wondered if she had imagined it, making sense out of the wind, but when she turned to make sure she found out just how wrong she was. At first she was terribly afraid, mistaking her sister as the ghost of her mother, coloration so similar yet so pale. She staggered to her feet fighting through the mass of confusion in her mind before it finally started to make sense. Svet... Svet was back! The young Queen could not move, so frozen between confusion and desire. She wanted to rush forwards, to embrace her sister and laugh with her... But somehow she wondered if Svetlana would want that. After the way the other girl, woman had left her... You never know, a darker part of her mind would whisper. Maybe she's here to kill you. Valeriya blinked that notion away quickly and with great force. No, it would never come to that between them. They were sisters and no matter what had happened Val knew the love between their family was strong. She took a deep breath, and then a step forward. She tried to be strong but her chords could not stand the emotion welling up within her. "S-svetlana?" A slight tremor took over her shoulders and hips, her ankles. It was not fear or anger or anything other than pent up wonderment. Val wanted to rush forwards and embrace her, to cry and tell her how much she'd missed her only... She was so afraid of upsetting the girl again and driving her away. |
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