"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a ghế, chỗ ngồi on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of các câu hỏi written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. bạn and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in tìm kiếm of the answer to the câu hỏi I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her smile bởi the question. Then again, I must be imagining all of this.
"No. Your father and Daemian have both moved on."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because, Aryess, I wanted to talk to you." My expression must betray the terror I feel. My brain reminding me none of this could possibly exist, my tim, trái tim yearning me to get closer to my mother. She pats the cushion beside her, and my tim, trái tim wins. I'm sitting beside her before I realize it. Her hand brushes away the stream of loss sliding down my cheeks. The contact of her skin against mine as she brushes away the tears feels so real and I want so much for it to be.
"I know about Declan. I know about Riley. I know bạn were an assassin, that bạn were killed bởi them. Because they wanted me," I turn my head, breaking the contact before it breaks me. "What's there to talk about, Mom?"
"Everything, sweetheart bạn are so young, bạn can't understand all of this yet. And I wouldn't want bạn to."
"Why? I know it's not your fault bạn had to leave, but I need your help!" I'm suddenly frustrated, angry. My life has become a mystery and no matter how hard I tìm kiếm for clues, all I find is riddles. "Nothing makes sense anymore!" I feel vulnerable, like my mother has cracked my tim, trái tim open and thoughts, feelings, pain flows with my blood. "I don't want to keep screwing everything up." I let my head fall, shoulder slump, surrender myself and remember this is what having a mother is like. Someone who could catch bạn as bạn fell and teach bạn how to fly all over again. How did I forget this feeling in a short 8 years?
"I can't fix everything for you," she says in a mournful tone. "I'm so sorry I can't be there for bạn forever. I wish I could go back with you, but I can't do that. But you're strong. And bạn can overcome the difficulties that face you."
I feel like a helpless eight-year-old as I say, "But I can't. It's to much, there's so much. Mom, please. Please come back. Help me."
"I can't do that," she repeats, stroking my hair gently with those warm, too-real fingers. "But there are those who can. Those who bạn can trust. Isn't there someone bạn love, Aryess? Someone bạn want to be with forever?"
An image of dark hair, handsome, well defined features, and steely grey eyes, God, those eyes, flashes through my mind. I feel the heat crawl up my neck and spread across my cheeks. My mother's smile reappears at the blush.
"See?"
"But what if I'm only putting him in danger?"
"If he's the one for you, you'll be able to keep him safe. You'll protect each other."
I meet her eyes, the crystal-blue eyes belonging to my brothers, my nephew, the mother that I will forever miss. I don't want to let this feeling of being so close to her, of being so secure, safe, to ever fade away. But I can't find my foothold as the world falls out beneath me and the darkness takes over once again.
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a ghế, chỗ ngồi on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of các câu hỏi written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. bạn and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in tìm kiếm of the answer to the câu hỏi I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her smile bởi the question. Then again, I must be imagining all of this.
"No. Your father and Daemian have both moved on."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because, Aryess, I wanted to talk to you." My expression must betray the terror I feel. My brain reminding me none of this could possibly exist, my tim, trái tim yearning me to get closer to my mother. She pats the cushion beside her, and my tim, trái tim wins. I'm sitting beside her before I realize it. Her hand brushes away the stream of loss sliding down my cheeks. The contact of her skin against mine as she brushes away the tears feels so real and I want so much for it to be.
"I know about Declan. I know about Riley. I know bạn were an assassin, that bạn were killed bởi them. Because they wanted me," I turn my head, breaking the contact before it breaks me. "What's there to talk about, Mom?"
"Everything, sweetheart bạn are so young, bạn can't understand all of this yet. And I wouldn't want bạn to."
"Why? I know it's not your fault bạn had to leave, but I need your help!" I'm suddenly frustrated, angry. My life has become a mystery and no matter how hard I tìm kiếm for clues, all I find is riddles. "Nothing makes sense anymore!" I feel vulnerable, like my mother has cracked my tim, trái tim open and thoughts, feelings, pain flows with my blood. "I don't want to keep screwing everything up." I let my head fall, shoulder slump, surrender myself and remember this is what having a mother is like. Someone who could catch bạn as bạn fell and teach bạn how to fly all over again. How did I forget this feeling in a short 8 years?
"I can't fix everything for you," she says in a mournful tone. "I'm so sorry I can't be there for bạn forever. I wish I could go back with you, but I can't do that. But you're strong. And bạn can overcome the difficulties that face you."
I feel like a helpless eight-year-old as I say, "But I can't. It's to much, there's so much. Mom, please. Please come back. Help me."
"I can't do that," she repeats, stroking my hair gently with those warm, too-real fingers. "But there are those who can. Those who bạn can trust. Isn't there someone bạn love, Aryess? Someone bạn want to be with forever?"
An image of dark hair, handsome, well defined features, and steely grey eyes, God, those eyes, flashes through my mind. I feel the heat crawl up my neck and spread across my cheeks. My mother's smile reappears at the blush.
"See?"
"But what if I'm only putting him in danger?"
"If he's the one for you, you'll be able to keep him safe. You'll protect each other."
I meet her eyes, the crystal-blue eyes belonging to my brothers, my nephew, the mother that I will forever miss. I don't want to let this feeling of being so close to her, of being so secure, safe, to ever fade away. But I can't find my foothold as the world falls out beneath me and the darkness takes over once again.
Name: Elizabeth Lilith Norrian.
Alias: Silent Fury
Appearance: White hair, amethyst eyes, pale skin. Slender build.
Civvies: Long, white trench coat, jeans, combat boots.
'Stume: White leotard, purple boots, purple cloak.
Powers: Blood bending. Super hearing.
Skills: Pocket-picking.
History: During her family's massacre, she hid her smaller brother, keeping him alive. She later fled, hoping he would survive on his own. Unlike her brother -who grew up in the wild- she grew up in an orphanage. She soon discovered her powers, and escaped at night to start saving lives, and stopping crimes. Soon, she joined the team, hoping to gain approval of her brother once again.
Notes:
~Blind.
~Holds a chuỗi hạt, chuỗi hạt cườm dear to her.
*Is hiding behind Ciel*
