She stared at him with squinting eyes baffled by his expression. Her eyebrows raised, scrapping the subject right off her arm like a fly. "Call me Alstro. It's easier." She smiled somewhat trying to lighten the mood in the air. "I know nothing about him. All I know is that he was trying to murder an eagle, I stopped him, he gave me this scar, dropped me, then left." She sighed, there wasn't much evidence to give out but she had to figure out who he was. She didn't like that it had to be him, as in the man who killed her... To fall in love with her. The puzzle piece didn't fit, and honestly didn't make sense at all. She thought about the time when he held her in the air, choking her neck. This gave her a flash back of course, in reality she began to choke. Literally, feeling is warm touch against her skin as if it was fire as he tried to burn her throat. She coughed, falling to the ground... Laying there, her pupils no longer visible, her fingers twitching as if she was on the edge of death. Her eyeball returned to their deep olive green instead of white. She realized she was on the floor, what had happened? What was she doing? Well whatever she was doing, she ended up looking like an idiot. She rose from her position, holding her head... It hurt her a lot, just thinking about memories and flashbacks brought her much pain. She turned her gaze back to Ven with solemn eyes and expression. "Yeah..." She sighed, her tone was weak, she couldn't help her flash backs. They drained almost half the energy in her, honestly she wished that she never had them. "Help me..." She said, mumbling to herself. Alstroemeria returned her gaze back to Ven, a small idea popping in her head. "My friend... Rista, she said we could go around asking people and what not! You know?" She folded her arms, thinking a little bit more. "But what if he finds us before we do... What should we do?" She groaned in aggravation, this puzzle was too confusing for her. It made her brain ache, she hated the feeling even more as her expressions developed more and more into anger. For once in her life she felt actual anger, violence more or less. The feeling of punching something right in the face, watching it bleed. She shook her head a few times, trying to shake off the thought. it was nasty and revolting, she was never like that, and never shall be... Unless it was in her flashbacks and dreams then it was common. She screamed out loud forgetting about Ven, she began to breath deeply, shrinking into a little hole. "Sorry..." She said softly, holding her head. She felt twice the times worse than she had when she had her flashback a while ago. Why did she have to be cursed this way, life always has a good outcome of things. She just needed to overcome it... But how? She sighed again, breathing heavily. She needed to calm herself down before she actually broke something, if she had any strength. Although if she did, then probably she'd snap something in half... But she might as well not try because she'd end up looking like an idiot. |