scribbling

Jan 18, 2006 22:25

Randomness from the subway, Ilenea speaking:


Oh, God, the first time Domenic ran - like a child again, free and clumsy and giddy with the newness of it - nothing he'd ever thought to even want since we were six. We ran through a field, and he tumbled, and I rolled onto him, we rolled over and over, tickling and laughing and I could barely breathe when he kicked his feet out and lay spread-eagle in the grass. I thought my skin might burst from so much joy.

And then the days went on, and he learned to love the body he'd been given, alone or with the hunters, or with her. And I didn't know what to do. He didn't need me.

He didn't need me anymore!

By the time we left, he was riding and walking the same as anyone, and he was so in love. How could I say anything? Ruin his new freedom, prove myself the selfish brat? I said nothing, and the anger grew and grew.

I could feel the difference when I cast the cantrips for fire and light - they burned. By the time Neava threw me into that ditch, I'd burned my soul to match what the trap did to my skin.

writing, story, ilenea

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