Post by Lillith on Jan 23, 2005 16:43:09 GMT -5
Through closed lids as she lay upon her pillowed bed, a single tear of silver would fall over her cheek. Slowly almondesque eyes would open, a hitched in sob bursting from her lips. " Theoren.." merely a pain filled whisper the name floating from her mouth was. For the first time in longer then she could remember, Lillith would cry. Turning over onto her side,burying her face within her pillow, her head haloed in quicksilver.. Lillith would sob forth her intense anguish. Theoren was dead. Her love, her best friend.. gone. She knew why. She understood. Didn't mean she had to like it. He was happy again. He was at peace now, in all his winged Glory. All in all, it was all she ever wanted for him. It was why she had never told him how much she loved him. How could she.. with everything she'd been going through? And now.. now that she was whole, he was gone. A long shuddering breath she would draw in, rolling over on her back, throwing an arm over her eyes. Losing herself in memories of him. The many times he'd tried to get her on a date when they first met. She'd loved refusing him, loved his constent returning to her. Loved being able to talk to him about anything. Kindred spirits they had been. Sighing softly, she would rise to sit on the edge of the bed, head hanging, her long glistening hair falling over her face to hide the streaks of tears. No sense on dwelling now was there. One final sigh and she was pulling herself to stand only to be instantly hit with pain. It was brief, there and gone again, but she knew from where it came. Striding towards the French doors leading to her balcony she would throw them open, walking out upon the deck, hands grasping tight to the railing as mercurian pools stared off over the lands of Luminatti. Out over the woods, to that part she could not go. Her Sprite.. her Aeron.. Lilliths wrists hurt, and she knew that it was nothing compared to what her sister was truly experiencing. And there wasn't a damn thing Lillith could do about it. Anger would cross over her lovely face, chunks of wood crumbling in her hands. This was something that Aeron had to deal with on her own.. yet.. if any true ill came to her sister. Someone would pay. And Lillith would be the one to dole out the agony. With a smile upon her face.