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She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to overcome her. Tonight had been exausting but she could not seem to find solace in sleeps embrace.
First there had been the fight. Alejandro had planned to leave the family so as to not cause tension between Layla and Aramis. He had also been planning on giving himself to some evil woman to acquire some information they needed. As Layla thought this was a "very bad idea" she was ready to do all she could to keep him from leaving. The tension in the house at that point had been almost unbearable. But the tension had broken, Alejandro had listened to her and Layla and would not be abandoning those who loved him.
Aramis however had been deeply hurt by the words of his brother...so she had followed him out to the garden to reassure him that all was well...and...something had happened. she still wasn't sure what it was...they had joined their wounded hands..their blood flowing together..and she...she had confessed her love for him, her love for her sister's husband.
and he had pulled her into his mind..and sung to her...a song she herself had been singing in the garden not too long ago....
and they had kissed, he had reasurred her of her place in the family...and his kiss had held promise...and hope.
a hope she had not felt in too long to remember, his hand had caressed he face..but had not struck her...
hope...
They rejoined Alejandro and Layla, and she had confessed to her sister what had happened...and everything had been fine...Layla had projected love and reasurrance...
Then the Ventrue showed up...in the middle of all this strange family drama...and she almost had to laugh at all of the undercurrants swirling around him as he sat in the living room...
Alejandro had walked her to her room...leaving her at the door as usual...she sighed thinking of the spaniard...and her feelings for him..and Aramis..and her sister...
It was all so confusing...but comforting at the same time...
her rolling thoughts finally came to a standstill and she let sleep overtake her...
:::pain, hurt, running, capture, the whip...the images flashed by in her dreaming mind with the speed of thought, and there was nothing..nothing she could do to change it...or to escape...:::
She whimpered slightly in her sleep...the sound faint..but catching Aramis' ear as he strolled by her room on his way to his own...
"nightmares?" yet one more thing she has in common with her sister...and with a thought he calmed her as he calmed Layla...
::: in the midst of the pain came a new player. Aramis, dressed as one of he Musketeers of old, he came in and scared away the demons, and held her shaking body untill she relaxed and settled into a sleep free from nightmares::
First there had been the fight. Alejandro had planned to leave the family so as to not cause tension between Layla and Aramis. He had also been planning on giving himself to some evil woman to acquire some information they needed. As Layla thought this was a "very bad idea" she was ready to do all she could to keep him from leaving. The tension in the house at that point had been almost unbearable. But the tension had broken, Alejandro had listened to her and Layla and would not be abandoning those who loved him.
Aramis however had been deeply hurt by the words of his brother...so she had followed him out to the garden to reassure him that all was well...and...something had happened. she still wasn't sure what it was...they had joined their wounded hands..their blood flowing together..and she...she had confessed her love for him, her love for her sister's husband.
and he had pulled her into his mind..and sung to her...a song she herself had been singing in the garden not too long ago....
and they had kissed, he had reasurred her of her place in the family...and his kiss had held promise...and hope.
a hope she had not felt in too long to remember, his hand had caressed he face..but had not struck her...
hope...
They rejoined Alejandro and Layla, and she had confessed to her sister what had happened...and everything had been fine...Layla had projected love and reasurrance...
Then the Ventrue showed up...in the middle of all this strange family drama...and she almost had to laugh at all of the undercurrants swirling around him as he sat in the living room...
Alejandro had walked her to her room...leaving her at the door as usual...she sighed thinking of the spaniard...and her feelings for him..and Aramis..and her sister...
It was all so confusing...but comforting at the same time...
her rolling thoughts finally came to a standstill and she let sleep overtake her...
:::pain, hurt, running, capture, the whip...the images flashed by in her dreaming mind with the speed of thought, and there was nothing..nothing she could do to change it...or to escape...:::
She whimpered slightly in her sleep...the sound faint..but catching Aramis' ear as he strolled by her room on his way to his own...
"nightmares?" yet one more thing she has in common with her sister...and with a thought he calmed her as he calmed Layla...
::: in the midst of the pain came a new player. Aramis, dressed as one of he Musketeers of old, he came in and scared away the demons, and held her shaking body untill she relaxed and settled into a sleep free from nightmares::