08-05-2018, 07:02 PM
There was no way to cry gracefully, not really, especially when you find yourself alone with no one around to place judgement. Though she ached and rivulets trailed steadily down her chin, there was no heaving chest or anguished cries; she'd merely stopped within the thickest parts of the forest with her head drifting lower, with no fight left in her. It took too much effort to lie to herself anymore and so she'd take the moment for what it was--a quiet, blissful release of her frustrations finally brought to head.
The moment was beginning to make her feel vulnerable, raw on the inside in places she didn't think possible, taking something out of her she didn't even know she had. A fracture in her spirit drove her thinking into a numb static, too tired to give anymore effort right then. She thought she'd been doing well before this encounter, thinking herself capable of the possible repercussions. Gods, how wrong she had been.
The sudden sound of something large pushing through foliage startles her enough to snap her back from her misery, body spinning towards the general direction of the crashing sounds, ears trained forward in the attempt to discern a possible threat. But the following sound of a familiar voice makes her blood run cold with dread and her hearts slides into the pit of her stomach. Leilan had followed her.
The instinct to flee was dominating as the adrenaline wove it's way throughout her body and nearly she does just that, body coiled and ready to retreat. But the vague memory of the last round of the Tournament flickers into her mind's eye; there was a lesson she had learned that day. With a forced inhale and exhale she softens the tension of her muscles, reminding herself that fear shouldn't drive her, even if it was the fear of confronting the person she loved.
Breckin's steps are light as she weaves between the dense trunks of the forest, allowing the slight breeze to dry the lingering tears that no longer ran freely. A final push through the shrub reveals her to him, and she has no doubt he will notice her in the small open area they now shared. She knows she should say something to him, but no words seem suitable for right now, having noticed a strange edge to his voice when he'd called her name. And so she stood quietly, though not quite to her full stature, unable to fully conceal the cloak of visible defeat she had donned in the few minutes of her short lived privacy. Tired eyes rise to meet his, burdened by the weight of unspoken feelings.
@[Leilan] Sorry I wrote this when I was a bit sleepy but wanted to keep things rolling <3
The moment was beginning to make her feel vulnerable, raw on the inside in places she didn't think possible, taking something out of her she didn't even know she had. A fracture in her spirit drove her thinking into a numb static, too tired to give anymore effort right then. She thought she'd been doing well before this encounter, thinking herself capable of the possible repercussions. Gods, how wrong she had been.
The sudden sound of something large pushing through foliage startles her enough to snap her back from her misery, body spinning towards the general direction of the crashing sounds, ears trained forward in the attempt to discern a possible threat. But the following sound of a familiar voice makes her blood run cold with dread and her hearts slides into the pit of her stomach. Leilan had followed her.
The instinct to flee was dominating as the adrenaline wove it's way throughout her body and nearly she does just that, body coiled and ready to retreat. But the vague memory of the last round of the Tournament flickers into her mind's eye; there was a lesson she had learned that day. With a forced inhale and exhale she softens the tension of her muscles, reminding herself that fear shouldn't drive her, even if it was the fear of confronting the person she loved.
Breckin's steps are light as she weaves between the dense trunks of the forest, allowing the slight breeze to dry the lingering tears that no longer ran freely. A final push through the shrub reveals her to him, and she has no doubt he will notice her in the small open area they now shared. She knows she should say something to him, but no words seem suitable for right now, having noticed a strange edge to his voice when he'd called her name. And so she stood quietly, though not quite to her full stature, unable to fully conceal the cloak of visible defeat she had donned in the few minutes of her short lived privacy. Tired eyes rise to meet his, burdened by the weight of unspoken feelings.
@[Leilan] Sorry I wrote this when I was a bit sleepy but wanted to keep things rolling <3