You know it's you who calls me back here
I can barely remember the last time I saw you. Was it the pub in the District? Not the Lamb of course, but that one that stank of stale ale, spilled food - ignored problems. Like us. I can remember how much my fingers burned to think of that moment and how much I longed to knot them into your hair. "You can't ignore this, and you can't ignore me. No matter how much you want to, I won't let you." I think that was the first time you saw me as someone else, as someone stronger than you thought she was. The soft little growl that you let out, standing up from the table, turning to leave me yet again. And now, I wonder what you think of me. If you think of me. I miss you, but then I never really had you to deserve missing. You try to keep me at arm's length, or better yet, even further. Just to hear you were okay would put me at ease, it would serve to at least assuage my fears. Please. Dreyden, please.
Stretching in the flickering candle light, Isheth paused to rub her wrists and then lean over, undoing the knots that tied the leather over her legs and feet. It was barely protection when it came down to it, she relied on her strength and speed more than anything. The dull ache in her head was ignored for the most part, her thoughts as usual were thousands of miles away with a hunter and the cat she counted on to protect him. There was no doubt, Aska would do her job with pride - but it wasn't enough. Not when the day drew to a close and she took a moment of sleep in an inn. It made her think of the night they shared, the one time that she forced the walls down.
She stood up and placed the bracers on the desk and looked out the window. It was past midnight, most likely. She had been up for a few days, working in Hyjal again. Her hand absentmindedly traced the outline of her scar, feeling the bumps even underneath her robes. Memories of that day flashed through her mind. Achiello, the cabin, Drey rushing to save her again. Him nearly killing Achiello until she had rescued him. The fact that she had bitten him to curse him with her life too. Since having a worgen in his midst was beyond belief. Such a high and mighty monster. A dog barked in the distance outside and she tensed, thinking of how Achiello had been so proud of his precious dogs. How would they like their master now? How would they react. With a soft growl she reached over and snuffed the candle's flame between her fingertips. Achiello had no place in her thoughts, not now.
She couldn't control her thoughts really. There was no way to stop the onslaught of memories once they started. The day's events, healing Drey, going back to Darnassus and the night that followed. She had pushed all the borders and broken down what had been. And now? She had no idea. She reached out to tenderly trace her fingers along the journal's worn pages. A life time's worth of journeys, secrets, musings, longings - all the things that she claimed not to have were within those withered pages. She closed the book, tucking it away in her satchel with the warm embrace of the darkness. No amount of longing would turn fate's hands and make Dreyden be there with her. Nothing would change his wandering ways, or the avoidance they both shared for their common condition. It was easier, safer even, to ignore what they had shared and what she still spent every night thinking of.
With a soft sigh she pulled herself into the slightly too tall bed and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. Curling into the rough pillow she closed her eyes. Sleep would fight her, sleep would eventually overcome her, but it would not deliver her from her thoughts or worries.
Stretching in the flickering candle light, Isheth paused to rub her wrists and then lean over, undoing the knots that tied the leather over her legs and feet. It was barely protection when it came down to it, she relied on her strength and speed more than anything. The dull ache in her head was ignored for the most part, her thoughts as usual were thousands of miles away with a hunter and the cat she counted on to protect him. There was no doubt, Aska would do her job with pride - but it wasn't enough. Not when the day drew to a close and she took a moment of sleep in an inn. It made her think of the night they shared, the one time that she forced the walls down.
She stood up and placed the bracers on the desk and looked out the window. It was past midnight, most likely. She had been up for a few days, working in Hyjal again. Her hand absentmindedly traced the outline of her scar, feeling the bumps even underneath her robes. Memories of that day flashed through her mind. Achiello, the cabin, Drey rushing to save her again. Him nearly killing Achiello until she had rescued him. The fact that she had bitten him to curse him with her life too. Since having a worgen in his midst was beyond belief. Such a high and mighty monster. A dog barked in the distance outside and she tensed, thinking of how Achiello had been so proud of his precious dogs. How would they like their master now? How would they react. With a soft growl she reached over and snuffed the candle's flame between her fingertips. Achiello had no place in her thoughts, not now.
She couldn't control her thoughts really. There was no way to stop the onslaught of memories once they started. The day's events, healing Drey, going back to Darnassus and the night that followed. She had pushed all the borders and broken down what had been. And now? She had no idea. She reached out to tenderly trace her fingers along the journal's worn pages. A life time's worth of journeys, secrets, musings, longings - all the things that she claimed not to have were within those withered pages. She closed the book, tucking it away in her satchel with the warm embrace of the darkness. No amount of longing would turn fate's hands and make Dreyden be there with her. Nothing would change his wandering ways, or the avoidance they both shared for their common condition. It was easier, safer even, to ignore what they had shared and what she still spent every night thinking of.
With a soft sigh she pulled herself into the slightly too tall bed and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. Curling into the rough pillow she closed her eyes. Sleep would fight her, sleep would eventually overcome her, but it would not deliver her from her thoughts or worries.