08-24-2015, 01:29 PM
love is a temporary madness...
She cannot calm her racing thoughts. Try as she might, they remain stubbornly wild. She thinks, briefly, that perhaps she should return to the Dale. Clearly being here has done nothing for her state of mind. But she knows if she were to return, she would only pace the borders of the kingdom like a caged lion. This she could not abide. She would not feel trapped in her own beloved home.
In a matter of only moments, the thought becomes a moot one anyway. Reflecting on it in the future, she would probably berate herself for not taking the chance to escape, for not listening to her gut and leaving. But she does not. She only stands there in deceptive stillness as a sudden pressure comes to bear against her mind. The confusion comes first. In that moment, she does not understand what has happened, knows only that a foreign presence has imposed itself upon her. It is not until she tries to turn her head, tries to see what, who, is there, that she realizes there is far more going on here than simply an unwanted visitor.
The movement is unbearable, taxing her mental strength like nothing she has ever experienced before. It is like slogging through quicksand, a thick, viscous not quite liquid that tightens its hold with every movement. The scant few inches that she manages seem to take an eternity, the action as tiring as if she had just run at top speed from one end of the Dale to the other. It is not until that moment that true fear sets in.
Someone is doing this to her. Who are you? She shouts the words, though they do not escape her lips. They echo inside her mind, taunting her with her sudden inability. She understands then that she has grown grossly over-confident in her abilities. She knows the destructive force she wields, knows just how deadly it can be. She wears the proof of it boldly upon her chest. But she had not considered, not in a very long time, that she could be so easily overpowered.
She feels as though she is falling, as though she will be tossed from her body, left to float in the wind as only a faint, ethereal substance. She latches onto that presence, determination and fear making her clumsy. She might lose control of her body to this creature, but she would not allow him to push out her mind as well.
In a matter of only moments, the thought becomes a moot one anyway. Reflecting on it in the future, she would probably berate herself for not taking the chance to escape, for not listening to her gut and leaving. But she does not. She only stands there in deceptive stillness as a sudden pressure comes to bear against her mind. The confusion comes first. In that moment, she does not understand what has happened, knows only that a foreign presence has imposed itself upon her. It is not until she tries to turn her head, tries to see what, who, is there, that she realizes there is far more going on here than simply an unwanted visitor.
The movement is unbearable, taxing her mental strength like nothing she has ever experienced before. It is like slogging through quicksand, a thick, viscous not quite liquid that tightens its hold with every movement. The scant few inches that she manages seem to take an eternity, the action as tiring as if she had just run at top speed from one end of the Dale to the other. It is not until that moment that true fear sets in.
Someone is doing this to her. Who are you? She shouts the words, though they do not escape her lips. They echo inside her mind, taunting her with her sudden inability. She understands then that she has grown grossly over-confident in her abilities. She knows the destructive force she wields, knows just how deadly it can be. She wears the proof of it boldly upon her chest. But she had not considered, not in a very long time, that she could be so easily overpowered.
She feels as though she is falling, as though she will be tossed from her body, left to float in the wind as only a faint, ethereal substance. She latches onto that presence, determination and fear making her clumsy. She might lose control of her body to this creature, but she would not allow him to push out her mind as well.
elysteria