05-14-2017, 06:45 PM
She hated the way he corrected her. As if it was wrong for her to not address him as a king when he no longer wore the crown and had the authority of the Chamber. All of those things he once had valued above all else were gone—he had even lost her, someone who could’ve been more permanent. She supposes in the end she could have been more useful if he had worked just a little harder and kept his promise to her. In the end, she is glad neither of his plans worked out. Lucrezia might not always hold a grudge, but she surely would with her selfishly-drive father.
“You’re looking in the wrong place, and asking the wrong person.” She finally says because she does not want to play games that involve her once kingly father. “I’ve not seen him for years, in fact.” And she knows within her heart she will not. Rodrik had made that choice long ago, she decided, to never make the choice to seek her out and fix what once had been broken. Maybe at one point she would have accepted him for his transgressions, but eventually the pain burrows deeper than imaginable and a wound simply could never be healed that her family made within her heart.
Her ears twitch when she says his name. The tone of his voice is not harsh, but rather feels warmer than their usual and current tension when talking. Lucrezia is quick to notice the way his eyes and features become softer. She cannot help but allow her own walls to fall down too—the charade was over for now.
“Then what did you find me for,” she asks softly. She cannot seem to find what reason he would ever come looking for her. Truthfully, she had always been there tearing apart any plans he ever had. She was more of an annoyance than anything to him, she thought. But, maybe, she was wrong about it all. There had always been something there. Something hidden in the darkness, covered, but never truly revealed. Maybe she just wasn’t Rodrik’s daughter to him… she doesn’t know.
Lucrezia doesn’t pull away when he reaches out to her. He is surprisingly gentle, but his touch does not last long. He pulls away, almost like he is frighten of her and all that she is. “No, I don’t smell like pine needles anymore.” She repeats, softly, the closeness of his scent lingers just at the tip of her nostrils. She likes the smell of it. It is thick and musty—reminding her of a time she wants but so badly wants to forget.
She peers at him curiously, pondering at his question that seems more odd. Maybe she is more perplexed by his gentleness just moments ago. She fumbles with her words, but manages to get them out. “Sulfur maybe? I live in a tropical area with a small volcano.” The volcano would’ve been easy to sight from here, but the dense forest blinds any view from seeing it from here. “Tephra is the name I call home now. It’s not far from here, just a little north,” she adds softly.
“You’re looking in the wrong place, and asking the wrong person.” She finally says because she does not want to play games that involve her once kingly father. “I’ve not seen him for years, in fact.” And she knows within her heart she will not. Rodrik had made that choice long ago, she decided, to never make the choice to seek her out and fix what once had been broken. Maybe at one point she would have accepted him for his transgressions, but eventually the pain burrows deeper than imaginable and a wound simply could never be healed that her family made within her heart.
Her ears twitch when she says his name. The tone of his voice is not harsh, but rather feels warmer than their usual and current tension when talking. Lucrezia is quick to notice the way his eyes and features become softer. She cannot help but allow her own walls to fall down too—the charade was over for now.
“Then what did you find me for,” she asks softly. She cannot seem to find what reason he would ever come looking for her. Truthfully, she had always been there tearing apart any plans he ever had. She was more of an annoyance than anything to him, she thought. But, maybe, she was wrong about it all. There had always been something there. Something hidden in the darkness, covered, but never truly revealed. Maybe she just wasn’t Rodrik’s daughter to him… she doesn’t know.
Lucrezia doesn’t pull away when he reaches out to her. He is surprisingly gentle, but his touch does not last long. He pulls away, almost like he is frighten of her and all that she is. “No, I don’t smell like pine needles anymore.” She repeats, softly, the closeness of his scent lingers just at the tip of her nostrils. She likes the smell of it. It is thick and musty—reminding her of a time she wants but so badly wants to forget.
She peers at him curiously, pondering at his question that seems more odd. Maybe she is more perplexed by his gentleness just moments ago. She fumbles with her words, but manages to get them out. “Sulfur maybe? I live in a tropical area with a small volcano.” The volcano would’ve been easy to sight from here, but the dense forest blinds any view from seeing it from here. “Tephra is the name I call home now. It’s not far from here, just a little north,” she adds softly.
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