Post by Arwen on Apr 27, 2004 18:00:14 GMT -5
Indeed, she was alone. Much so. No... Incredibly so. Alone she sat, upon the green grasses randomly strewn with a few leaves afront her house. She stared off into the space that was the shadows of the beautiful forest that took pause about 20 meters from her house, deep in thought. She was reclined backwards, hands on the ground behind her so as to support herself, fingers tapping at the soft grasses absently. Her knees were pulled to the point where if she sat aright, they would touch her chest and she could easily wrap her arms about them. Her expression was just absent as her meaning, though it held a hint of sadness.
Ah, yes. Here sits Seremidal, daughter and slave to the drow-blood, she thought to herself irately, face contorting angrily a moment. And then she turned back to her memories, face relaxing into the oddly sad expression, lips turned down ever so slightly, lines forming on her smooth brow as her delicately arched brows furrowed ever so slightly.
((will complete when I get back from dinner. Yay!))
((back, and finishing, hopefullly))
She remembered clearly still the day this had all come to be... and the day that had caused this to be as it now was (Yes, there is a difference. Look into the deeper meaning). He'd been injured, and she'd come to help him, with no thought to fate. Of course, fate is unpredictable. And it had treated them kindly at first. Until she, with her fool damn`ed ((little romeo and juliet pronunciation)) self-centeredness, had betrayed him, let him down, pushed him away.
She sighed, ever guilty. And she had reason to be, she felt. When they had been together, she'd always had it her way, because she knew how to get it quite easily. He'd been so desperate to please, and she'd liked having her way... being powerful. But that was when she was young and foolhardy. Therefore, she'd frightened him with threats of ending the relationship if things did not go her way... Of course, the things behind these times were usually not of real importance... Informing someone of their relationship, for instance. Every time... And she'd finally become fed up with his persistance.
In truth, she now longed for that persistance. He'd been very persistant in everything he did, never giving up or giving in, always fighting through, always either getting his way or trying valiently to have it. Several times, he'd actually had it. Oh, why had she been so stupid? She was not truly young, but she had certainly acted it. Lessons behind her, she did wish it could begin again... Somehow... God willing, there must have been a way...
Or was there?
Elladan:
"There is a way when the rich are to rich"
Arwen:
*slaps Elladan*
Stop quoting The Good Earth... That book scarred me for life. Concubines, footbinding, and opium... *shudders*
Elladan - Never.
Ah, yes. Here sits Seremidal, daughter and slave to the drow-blood, she thought to herself irately, face contorting angrily a moment. And then she turned back to her memories, face relaxing into the oddly sad expression, lips turned down ever so slightly, lines forming on her smooth brow as her delicately arched brows furrowed ever so slightly.
((will complete when I get back from dinner. Yay!))
((back, and finishing, hopefullly))
She remembered clearly still the day this had all come to be... and the day that had caused this to be as it now was (Yes, there is a difference. Look into the deeper meaning). He'd been injured, and she'd come to help him, with no thought to fate. Of course, fate is unpredictable. And it had treated them kindly at first. Until she, with her fool damn`ed ((little romeo and juliet pronunciation)) self-centeredness, had betrayed him, let him down, pushed him away.
She sighed, ever guilty. And she had reason to be, she felt. When they had been together, she'd always had it her way, because she knew how to get it quite easily. He'd been so desperate to please, and she'd liked having her way... being powerful. But that was when she was young and foolhardy. Therefore, she'd frightened him with threats of ending the relationship if things did not go her way... Of course, the things behind these times were usually not of real importance... Informing someone of their relationship, for instance. Every time... And she'd finally become fed up with his persistance.
In truth, she now longed for that persistance. He'd been very persistant in everything he did, never giving up or giving in, always fighting through, always either getting his way or trying valiently to have it. Several times, he'd actually had it. Oh, why had she been so stupid? She was not truly young, but she had certainly acted it. Lessons behind her, she did wish it could begin again... Somehow... God willing, there must have been a way...
Or was there?
Elladan:
"There is a way when the rich are to rich"
Arwen:
*slaps Elladan*
Stop quoting The Good Earth... That book scarred me for life. Concubines, footbinding, and opium... *shudders*
Elladan - Never.