Whoops! (Wrenmae)

by **Ana Sol Starris** on March 14th, 2012, 1:01 am

The contents of the mirror zoomed in on her brother, a special hiding spot in Zeltiva he had found to show her things in secret that pertained to his studies. He held out his palm to her and something small and gel like formed in his hand, it floated just a bit above his palm and then ignited into flame;

"This is called Reimancy, some day when you are older I'll show you how to do this.."

"Why not now..?" A familliar and childish voice came from her mouth.

Sinvelts words rang around her, the last word acted like a broken record as the mirror switched on command to a whisper behind her. Ana wanted to know more about this, another skill she had been denied with his lack of presence, why.. Why was she in Sunberth if he's still alive, shouldn't she have been travelling with him instead of sqaubbling in the streets and shadows to survive? Why?

"He would show me magic, things he learned from the university....Its...Hard to see.. Why I don't have the.. ability now.." Ana spoke, she could feel mentally as she got closer to the mirror, she wanted to remember now, a gnawing wonder to her subconscience mind "..if..he were still alive.."

The mirror shifted to black and then slowly revealed, her face pressed closely to the metaphorical mirror. Following, watching edgy movements jerk about in the mirror, black began to rim the edges as little Neille walked up the rickity steps to the second floor as thrashing, confusion and fear left the air tasting of anger and possibly revenge. Closer still Neille was getting to the door, the thump of a body landing made Neille sprint for the entrance, opening it and to peek in scared but curiously.

There they were, Sinvelt and Gerron, her father was on the floor and her brother held him to the sword. The arm of her father held in front of himself cowardly, a discarded weapon just a few inches away from his own palm. While Sinvelt pressed the steel of his sword into his fathers neck, a threatening and bloody thirsty glare in his eyes. Sins attention redirected towards Neille opening the door to see the two, and suddenly a look of disgust crossed his face, horror, he hesitated and began to pull his sword back.

"My brother was going to ki-kill my pa.."

Ana watched in horror at how everything turned on Sinvelt, his face pleading her to run but she did not. Neilles body was frozen in place, she saw the blood, she was small but understood what was about to happen. This was enough time for Gerron to grab his sword and with almost cat like reflexs did he get on his feet and swing wildly for Sinvelts head. The attack was brutally affective; her brothers head landed on the floor, severed, and neck spraying blood.. Pooling out around the now dead and headless body of Sinvelt.

"But..I.. I got in the the way, pa" the last word seemed to echoe in her mind "pa had enough time to.. to.." choking into a sob, she had to wake up, she couldn't watch this any longer. Every particle in her body screamed to wake up, this was a dream, this wasn't real... and yet, Ana knew the truth of what had happened... Stammering outloud what was happening in the reflection. The mirror began to crack along its edges as little Neille turned and ran from the scene, not herself at that moment in the memory, sheer instinct was telling her to run, the back of her mind knew what would happen if she stayed in her fathers presence long enough.

Anas physical body moved on its own, twitched, the garbled words to wake up were louder till finally she began to hit herself violently in the head, she had to get out of this "wake up, wake up, wake up!WAKEUP!" Ana began to shout, trying to push whatever it was that was in control of her mind out of it. The mirror in her mind, it was no longer showing her memories but her blame, self hatred, the whispers of her stupidity, her faults, the reason Sin was dead.. Was because of her...

by **Wrenmae** on March 15th, 2012, 9:22 am

He let her wake, pulling back his Djed as she shook herself free of his power. Part of him wanted to go to her, hold her in his arms and say that all was well, that all was fine. That part of him was instantly crushed and he remained stoically in place. He didn't now her, not at all. That sort of reaction might be...too foward. Instead, he waited for her to calm down. Drawing backward on the bed, pulling up his legs and crossing his arms around them, he offered her a wan smile and a shrug.

"I'm sorry," he began, shyly, "I didn't mean to frighten you." But a part of him did. A part of him wanted to hear that story, really wanted to see the emotion. It was a dark part of him and he immediately reviled against it, casting the thought aside and pulling a mantle of guilt over his eyes instead.

"Memories..." he tried to explain, "They're important. They tell us who we are and what we did I..." He was quiet for a moment, "I think it's important to remember what happened...you may find things about yourself you didn't know or...or." He looked at her almost desperately, pleadingly, "Something you lost."

No. Nothing like that.

He didn't even believe what he was saying. He'd never remembered anything worthwhile, not in all the memories of the before he could dredge. Instead there was only misery, only sorrow.

Good memories stayed with you, you did not have time to forget.

You only remember when you've lost.

by **Ana Sol Starris** on March 15th, 2012, 12:02 pm

Pressing hard against the corner of the wall with her head in her hands, her body convulsing in shivers as her mind once again could wake up. But the images remained, the bloody images of the mirror stayed and it was as if Ana was watching through two visions at the same time. While the memory halted on her brothers lifeless body, the mirror cracked largely as Ana was forced to look into it. Taking steps back, mentally, from the metaphorically breaking mirror.. Ana saw her, a small woman who looked exactly like her, eyes, skin, nose, face, body and all besides her hair; it was a platinum blonde colored hue with blackened tips compared to Anas own light blonde hair.

Wrenmaes words would faze in and out of Anas mind, and the woman grinned, showing off sharp and fire blackened teeth; hes right, y'know the strange woman in the mirror of Anas mind retorted. Ana couldn't look away from the image, on the physical she was shaking and trying to calmly breath once more, whispering to herself that what had just happened was just a dream, she would wake up any minute and everything would be back to normal again. The voice laughed at Anas attempts to convince herself everything would be fine, pressing her forehead on the otherside of the mirror, whispering to Ana to look at her eyes.

Ana did mentally, and found she could not look away; quit lying to yourself... and look around you, does it look like a dream? It said quietly, lips unmoving from that terrible smile.

So she did, Ana peeked her eyes open and looked around frantically and saw she was still in Wrenmaes apartment, Wren himself looked somewhat distressed. Blinking into her hands and looking away from him, sudden pains washed over her cranial but that was from hitting herself about to wake up. But she didn't trust the mirror "..is this a dream? a mistake?" Inhaling through her nostrils, exhaling deeply she had to calm down.

The voice laughed again; you know what this means.. You have to take revenge, don't stop till you have had it... It purred its blood lust out to Ana..

Trying to look away from whatever was in the mirror, Ana found her lips syncing with the voices words "sometimes we just need a mirror to reveal what we ourselves refuse to see..." there was a slight inflection and Anas head twitched and gave a strangled noise sounding as if she were pushing something back, her arm trying to crush her head into the wall by pressing it in to it "I don't want to see," Ana muttered to herself, eyes squeezing together tightly in concentration "go away stupid thing, go away" she willed the mirror and the woman to dissapear, both slowly receeding in to the black of Anas mentality... The gaze was broken, but for some reason Ana felt as if the woman allowed it to break..

But how can one make something stuck in your head dissapear... Shuddering, Ana heard the laugh once more and all was quiet in her head.

Remaining tensed up against the wall, Ana looked over to Wren with eyes wide "...this would explain why I'm in Sunberth... Does that answer your questions now?" Glancing at the wall across from her and shutting her eyes and rubbing her head.. Tired.. Fatigued.. But the adrenaline rushing through her, and the pain that pulsated in her head would be enough to keep her awake for a few more days.. But what was she to do? Taking out her book.. Ana began flicking through the pages, not because she wanted to read.. But because of the comfort it held for her "Y'know we didn't live poorly but with pa's drinking and my health expences.. Well.. Things were very strained..and when my.. my brother gave this to me, I asked him when he would take us away once more.. It was the last time I saw him when he was 'visiting'.. It was few years later that.. things.. death happened.."

Cringing and shaking her head, shutting the book and resting her forehead ontop of it with knees brought into her chest.. She could think of home all night, Ana would think of more reasons why Gerron had to die.. Revenge.. It trickled well into her thoughts.. The anger in her tone was masked by a calmer one "You're right Wren....though that was painful... Thanks.." an absent minded hand ran through her hair. Ana knew what she had to do in the future.. When the opurtunity presented itself to her, she would grab it.

by **Wrenmae** on March 26th, 2012, 10:40 am

Wrenmae sat back, withdrawing his Djed from her as she came screaming from her own mind. He was quiet as she spoke, his own shivering hands laid flat on the cheap bed. Hers was a tortured story, and one with a few edges she still hadn't quite meted out. Like Wrenmae's own journey, hers would begin now...now that she had left it all uncovered. Sitting back, he closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, feeling the oil, the split ends, but mostly just the tangible 'there' that it gave him. He was here, he was himself, and Shroud was not a part of him any longer...at least not today.

"Let's...get some sleep," he said to her quietly, falling back on the bed with a sigh. "If you want to...ya know, lay with me for body heat...that's your call." He said it without meaning it, not really. He'd just met her and the probability he'd wake up with some of his things gone was a conclusion he'd allowed himself to reach. For threatening her, he might deserve to be swindled.

Of course Shroud would kill her next he saw her...but hopefully she had the good sense to stay away from such a problematic creature like himself. Pulling the covers up near his chin, he let his mind rest and the Djed sink down into the reservoir within him. There may come a day when he'd hypnotize her again...but for now...for now he let sleep cloud his senses, lull him into silence and complacency.

What she did now was up to her, and what she grappled with was her singular agony.

by **Ana Sol Starris** on March 27th, 2012, 2:34 am

Gripping a chunk of her hair, Anas shoulders shivered involuntary from the cold that had seeped into the room, with a sniff to clear her nose her head was fogging over, guess the adrenaline spurt was only temporary. Gazing at Wren slowly, her body gave another shiver, the offer to share body heat got her thinking about how much she missed having the contact of another humanbeing; even talking to them like this, it wasn't any surprise that she had just spilled a good portion of her life story to a stranger. He had been willing to listen to her, to take her in even after she attempted to steal from him..

Ana would keep her promise to not steal from him, simple as that.

Looking now at the fur cape laying next to her, she was met with two choices. Sleep alone with a fur cape, or share body heat with another life being. Technically, sharing body heat was a human comfort, instinct, it was wanted as the mind of a human would choose touch over no touch. Shivering once again, Anas body was stiff, why had she not noticed the cold till now? It was absolutely freezing! Shifting her eyes about in fear, as if she thought someone would yell at her for doing what she was about to do just then. Her body, quite litterally moved on its own but she did not fight the descision.

Picking up the cape, she layed it on top of Wrenmaes other furs and then slid underneath them herself to be met with wonderfully, almost godly warmth. Shyly, Ana was quite a timid creature about this but immeadiately did not regret the choice; sharing body heat, what a wonderful concept! Cuddling up to him in a childish manner, she was in no way, shape, or form trying to 'get in his pants' as some would say. It was a matter of simply staying warm, and warm and comfortable she was, from what she could understand he was also sleeping. This would only be a temporary solution though if the room got way too cold in the future, hopefully he wasn't kidding about this.. Ana after all did not want to wake up dead.

Funny, waking up dead.. How could one wake up if they were void of life? The thought tickled her senses while sleep became fickle, though Wrenmae was sleeping or so it seemed; her mind had decided to stay up for a few more hours, just for her to note his breathing patterns, the light contractions in his muscles, and most of all.. For snoring. Did he snore? Not from what Ana could tell. Eventually she would slip into the warm and yet terrefying embrace that was called sleep, but for once.. Anas dreams were not as nightmarish.

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by **Archelon** on April 7th, 2012, 7:17 pm

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