84th Summer 518 AV
What the hell was wrong with her?
It was a legitimate question that Raeyn had let slip. And deep down - amidst the irritation and worry and warped threads of affection flooding her veins - it was a legitimate fear. Narifa didn't have an answer. She simply didn't know. She couldn't see what was wrong with her, couldn't see whether they would even be fit to watch the clouds disperse on the morrow. She was confused, and afraid.
She may not have known the true answer to such a pointed question, but she was all too aware of what Raeyn needed to hear. As he ripped her fingers from his person and found his own purchase on her top's neckline, Narifa simply smiled. The toothy grin split her face in half. The flames of her wrath still flickered in her stormy gaze and juxtaposed the dimples on her cheeks. She rallied all her self control to utterly annihilate her anger, squashing it down, down, down, through her being, until it dispersed back into the darkest corners of her mind. She sucked in a sharp breath through her smiling teeth and exhaled her worry and her fears. She was not an emotional wreck. She had never been an emotional wreck. It had been her choice to be kind and outgoing, optimistic and generous. She refused to let something so trivial ruin the results of a lifetime of effort.
So she continued to smile at the broken man whose fist twitched closer and closer to her throat. The hand he'd tossed to the side came up, ever so slowly cupping his quivering cheek.
"The real you is beautiful, Raeyn." Her words rang with truth; he was beautiful. But not because of his outward appearance (although it didn't hurt much). It was the tears that sat un-shed on his lashes. The cracking of a voice raw with terror and a decade of loneliness. His fingers shook against her collarbone, and every tremor made him real, alive. Watching Raeyn was like watching a star explode - a magnificent spectacle, one which could lead to any number of disasters - and moving closer to its remnants anyway, because they were warm and colourful and bright.
Her other hand, which up until that point had remained limp at her side, came up and placed itself against the other side of his face. The blood on her finger smudged against his cheekbone, staining his sallow tawny skin with her very life force. She even breathed a tiny giggle into their diminished personal space.
"Look at us. Nose to nose, you threatening me within an inch of my life. What disasters we've become. But can you feel it?" Narifa sought to bring his head the rest of the way down, so that her forehead could rest against his, "How painful it is to breathe. How fast our hearts is being. I bet your fingers and toes are tingling, just like mine. Proof that we have survived in this world of endless horror. Doesn't it make you want to fly?"
Somewhere alone the way her eyes had slipped close, ceasing their relentless stare.
"I need you to listen to me again. Listen to my voice. You are strong. Stronger than me, stronger than your sister. You have an endless potential. And so many doors just waiting for their knobs to be turned stand in your path. You have already begun to accomplish something that I've been wanting my whole life: your dreams. You may have been a stranger I stumbled into on the street, and you may still consider yourself as such. But you must trust me, Raeyn. Make my voice the one you hear in the middle of the night, and the one you are hearing in this moment."
Narifa's eyelids fluttered back open, ready to flick up and down Raeyn's facial expressions. No longer were they clouded by uncertainty.
Word Count: 648
It was a legitimate question that Raeyn had let slip. And deep down - amidst the irritation and worry and warped threads of affection flooding her veins - it was a legitimate fear. Narifa didn't have an answer. She simply didn't know. She couldn't see what was wrong with her, couldn't see whether they would even be fit to watch the clouds disperse on the morrow. She was confused, and afraid.
She may not have known the true answer to such a pointed question, but she was all too aware of what Raeyn needed to hear. As he ripped her fingers from his person and found his own purchase on her top's neckline, Narifa simply smiled. The toothy grin split her face in half. The flames of her wrath still flickered in her stormy gaze and juxtaposed the dimples on her cheeks. She rallied all her self control to utterly annihilate her anger, squashing it down, down, down, through her being, until it dispersed back into the darkest corners of her mind. She sucked in a sharp breath through her smiling teeth and exhaled her worry and her fears. She was not an emotional wreck. She had never been an emotional wreck. It had been her choice to be kind and outgoing, optimistic and generous. She refused to let something so trivial ruin the results of a lifetime of effort.
So she continued to smile at the broken man whose fist twitched closer and closer to her throat. The hand he'd tossed to the side came up, ever so slowly cupping his quivering cheek.
"The real you is beautiful, Raeyn." Her words rang with truth; he was beautiful. But not because of his outward appearance (although it didn't hurt much). It was the tears that sat un-shed on his lashes. The cracking of a voice raw with terror and a decade of loneliness. His fingers shook against her collarbone, and every tremor made him real, alive. Watching Raeyn was like watching a star explode - a magnificent spectacle, one which could lead to any number of disasters - and moving closer to its remnants anyway, because they were warm and colourful and bright.
Her other hand, which up until that point had remained limp at her side, came up and placed itself against the other side of his face. The blood on her finger smudged against his cheekbone, staining his sallow tawny skin with her very life force. She even breathed a tiny giggle into their diminished personal space.
"Look at us. Nose to nose, you threatening me within an inch of my life. What disasters we've become. But can you feel it?" Narifa sought to bring his head the rest of the way down, so that her forehead could rest against his, "How painful it is to breathe. How fast our hearts is being. I bet your fingers and toes are tingling, just like mine. Proof that we have survived in this world of endless horror. Doesn't it make you want to fly?"
Somewhere alone the way her eyes had slipped close, ceasing their relentless stare.
"I need you to listen to me again. Listen to my voice. You are strong. Stronger than me, stronger than your sister. You have an endless potential. And so many doors just waiting for their knobs to be turned stand in your path. You have already begun to accomplish something that I've been wanting my whole life: your dreams. You may have been a stranger I stumbled into on the street, and you may still consider yourself as such. But you must trust me, Raeyn. Make my voice the one you hear in the middle of the night, and the one you are hearing in this moment."
Narifa's eyelids fluttered back open, ready to flick up and down Raeyn's facial expressions. No longer were they clouded by uncertainty.
Word Count: 648