Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Apr 29, 2007 20:59:38 GMT -5
Another night away, another brooding argument with my Tal, my love and my hate- for if he hadn't been I'd have probably snapped and banished him long before. Verbally we battled, then physically, then our personal form of lovemaking with no peace at the end and he went to his room to sulk. Humming to myself I went about my business, having my carriage readied to find a dress for the upcoming coronation. This took a few hours and turned up very little to my interest- at least, nothing that Tal would find interesting, which was my prerequisite. Nothing in life was so sweet as the torment we afforded each other.
On returning home I noticed something strange in the stables, an absense- Brimstone, Tal's hunter. Well, perhaps he'd gone riding to clear his head. The house was strangely silent though too, servants avoiding my gaze except for one very common-sense Azzallese girl who tended the washing. "Lady, I believe if you are noticing an oddness, you should look to Lord Talenon's room," she said, then turned and went about her business. Well, she was right; that was where most things originated.
Walking in, I had to unlock the door with the ring of keys I kept at my waist- an oddity. He never locked his door, for fear it would distract me to anger or something besides him. His clothing was neat, except for the missing sets that left gaps in his armoire and dresser; his money and sword were gone as well.
Eyes blazing with fury and pain I locked his door again and went to my own room, finding the note he'd left for me on pillow where my head always rested.
Rena,
Things have gotten too false and strained here and I have gone to wander a bit to clear my head. Do not think to look for me, or even wait up, for I may be gone some time- until such pain and wonder as you inspire becomes clearer and allows me to think of you only in happiness. We will meet again- even if only in Hell.
Yours,
Talenon
Smiling slightly and never thinking to doubt his words I folded up the note, lay a soft kiss on it and then tossed it into the fire- it was already as bright as flames in my mind. A single tear of confusion I allowed myself, still smiling, then turned and made my way downstairs to my housekeeper. No one was to venture into that room save myself and a similar message was to be sent to the Bois de Millefleurs. I wanted no messages of him unless his body were present, living or dead, to verify them. I would remain as I was, confident and without sorrow, inviolate in my heart and mind until his return. Life would go on as usual, save the locked room and a clock in my room, which I'd stopped. If I needed Tal, I had him behind my eyes, as known as breath, racing Brimstone along the beach.
Orders done I swept from the townhome and into my carriage again. I had a dress to find. The blood with steel-colored embroidery would be lovely at the Coronation.
On returning home I noticed something strange in the stables, an absense- Brimstone, Tal's hunter. Well, perhaps he'd gone riding to clear his head. The house was strangely silent though too, servants avoiding my gaze except for one very common-sense Azzallese girl who tended the washing. "Lady, I believe if you are noticing an oddness, you should look to Lord Talenon's room," she said, then turned and went about her business. Well, she was right; that was where most things originated.
Walking in, I had to unlock the door with the ring of keys I kept at my waist- an oddity. He never locked his door, for fear it would distract me to anger or something besides him. His clothing was neat, except for the missing sets that left gaps in his armoire and dresser; his money and sword were gone as well.
Eyes blazing with fury and pain I locked his door again and went to my own room, finding the note he'd left for me on pillow where my head always rested.
Rena,
Things have gotten too false and strained here and I have gone to wander a bit to clear my head. Do not think to look for me, or even wait up, for I may be gone some time- until such pain and wonder as you inspire becomes clearer and allows me to think of you only in happiness. We will meet again- even if only in Hell.
Yours,
Talenon
Smiling slightly and never thinking to doubt his words I folded up the note, lay a soft kiss on it and then tossed it into the fire- it was already as bright as flames in my mind. A single tear of confusion I allowed myself, still smiling, then turned and made my way downstairs to my housekeeper. No one was to venture into that room save myself and a similar message was to be sent to the Bois de Millefleurs. I wanted no messages of him unless his body were present, living or dead, to verify them. I would remain as I was, confident and without sorrow, inviolate in my heart and mind until his return. Life would go on as usual, save the locked room and a clock in my room, which I'd stopped. If I needed Tal, I had him behind my eyes, as known as breath, racing Brimstone along the beach.
Orders done I swept from the townhome and into my carriage again. I had a dress to find. The blood with steel-colored embroidery would be lovely at the Coronation.