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Post by tiasha on Jul 9, 2011 2:05:26 GMT -6
ALL YOUR LOVE IS A LIE | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] The last thing Tiasha could remember was the sight of her wings being carried away and the feel of hot wax on her back. Now, as she was waking up, she found herself very confused. She wasn't on cold hard stones, or a wooden plank. This was a real bed she was laying on, carefully covered by blankets that seemed the softest she had ever felt. But they could be felt against her shoulders, just like blankets shouldn't, accentuating her lack of wings.
The realization that yes, they were gone forever, brought a sob to her lips, tears flowing slowly down her cheeks. “Gone..” she whispered, feeling her heart break inside her chest. She couldn't stop the harsh sobs that shook her chest and sent sharp pains up and down her back as her muscles moved. It wasn't the physical pain that caused her to cry, no, it was something much deeper. She could remember the days in captivity, her defiance, her fighting spirit, all just memories, which seemed as distant as playing with her sisters in the forest. All of it was overshadowed by the monster's face, and the sight of her wings laying at the edge of a pool of blood at her feet.
She had thought she could stand through anything, be defiant in the face of anything other than death. But no, death would have been better than this, having her wings torn from her body, while she just stood there, chained and helpless, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her throat was still sore as she tried to swallow down her sobs. She was in a bed, right? That was a step up. But it had all still happened, the pain in her body a constant reminder of it.
Slowly, she felt herself drifting away again as the tears slowed, and she slipped once more into sleep, dreaming of her forest home, of her sisters and brother, all flying and laughing together. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get them to acknowledge her, to even just say a greeting. And when she tried to take to the sky and follow them, she couldn't get off the ground. Instead, she looked to see what was wrong and saw a seeping pool of red growing at her feet, and her wings lying dejected on the ground next to it. She tried to reach them, but they flew off on their own, and faintly in her ears there was the echo of mocking laughter. It surrounded her as she collapsed into the pool of blood, weeping. “No, no. Stop! They're my wings, please don't take them!”
“Please... don't!”she awoke with a start, trying to push herself off the bed to find whoever was mocking her with laughter, but she was met with silence. The pain in her back brought her wide awake with a sharp scream, and she collapsed once more onto the bed, feeling new tears wet her cheeks. “Please, help me..” she whispered, wondering if anyone would hear her, or if she was alone here as well.
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Post by oliviarose on Jul 9, 2011 20:02:27 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;]damage done is far beyond repair I NEVER PUT MY FAITH IN UP ABOVE A week solid she'd worked all day and all through the night to keep someone sedated; someone who had been violated in the most heinous of ways. There was absolutely no love lost with Olivia and Andras but that week any sort of common courtesy went flying out of the window. While she might have offered a smile or hello to him in passing this, his latest act, was completely unforgivable. The fairies prided themselves on their wings and he, with his blood thirsty lust, had saw fit to remove them. As if he had the damn right. Her fury kept her going and it was sticking as she walked back from the kitchens with a tray in hand. The servants typically came up to supply the wing and it's inhabitance with food but she, in the middle of a fit of pent up rage, told them all to go. She, unlike them, wasn't owned by Panthea she was employed and it made a massive difference. With large, determined strides she headed back toward her wing eyes forward, head held up, ignoring everyone who passed her. A foul mood to carry her through an even fouler week. Olivia might have loved her job, might have loved helping people, but what she didn't love was tending to people who did nothing to deserve the treatment they received and that, unfortunately, was all she ever got lately. Between the gaping gashes on someone's back to broken bones all it ever was, was a never ending line of blood and pain. Her teeth stayed gritted as she shoved her way between two guards; two guards that seemed to linger all the more now there was someone new to leer over "go back to work you lecherous pigs and don't for a second think I won't report you" her tone was harsh but full of promise as she walked into the wing, set the tray down and slammed the heavy oak door. It was ridiculous to say the least and something she wasn't at all accustomed to; the leering, lingering and the mood she was in.
With hands on her hips she frowned giving the door a withering look "ugh!" Livia's hands went up as she let out her frustration before shaking her head and picking the tray "vile, loathsome thugs" she had no qualms in voicing her opinion on the brutes behind the closed door and her seething continued as she placed a bowl of oatmeal and berries on the short table next to the old man's bed. As usual he was sleeping soundly despite her raging but for that she was thankful. He'd had a rough night and the cause of it soon sounded with a very loud, helpless yell. Sedation only worked for so long before the body started building up a tolerance to it and Olivia wasn't really educated much in fairies little less treating them.
Hurrying around to the next bed her arms reached out to prevent her from clambering out of bed for the reason she'd soon found out. The scream rang in Liv's ears at being such a close range but it didn't stop her shhing her in a soothing manner "shh you're safe here" safe was one thing but completely pain free was another. Frowning she pushed her hair back away from her eyes "you'll do yourself more harm than good if you move around like that" she informed rather gently considering her rotten mood.
but now i'm hoping someone's there TAGS: CORZA
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Post by tiasha on Jul 16, 2011 17:10:36 GMT -6
ALL YOUR LOVE IS A LIE | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Fresh tears softly ran down her cheeks, and she nodded at the gentle voice that was speaking. “I'd forgot..” she whispered, taking in slow shaky breaths as she calmed herself. The hands felt familiar, though she didn't know where from. She could only assume that this was the person who was treating her back. Her back, bare and wingless. Her world gone. As the tears slowly fell once more, she was grateful that this gentle soul was the only one here to see her like this.
Tiasha had often prided herself for her strength as a fairy, proud to be one who would spit in the face of those who dared put her down. And here she was, helpless, and feeling broken. Her only consolation the fact that, as far as she could tell, he wasn't here to torment her while she healed. “Safe... means he's not here?” slowly the tears were rescinding as the pain of her movements faded into a dull throb. There was a strain of hope in her voice. Though she knew she had no say in any of what happened to her, it was nice to think that her - dare she think it – master would only care to see her when he could torture her. Letting her rest until she healed might simply be the smart thing to do if he wanted to cut her up more, but it was also a blessing to her, that she didn't have to try and put on a strong face so he couldn't see what he had done to her.
With a sigh, she tried to focus on happier things, happier days. She knew it would only make her sad, but those memories were all she had anymore. She was in no condition to try and escape her fate, and there was a feeling in her gut that told her he was going to keep her like this, and the gentle hands on her back would be used to care for more than just this wound. It was almost certainly first of many. “I used to be fantastic on the wing. The best in my family, maybe even in the whole town. There's nothing like flying, the wind in your hair, dancing through the treetops on nothing but air. It's, well, it's magical, really.” there was a soft smile on her face, though her eyes were so sad as she looked up at the kind face beside her. “Thank you,” the words were sincere. She was glad to still be alive, even if this was her life now. Being alive meant someday, maybe, she would escape this life and go to something new, someday she might smile again.
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Post by oliviarose on Jul 18, 2011 20:51:45 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;]damage done is far beyond repair I NEVER PUT MY FAITH IN UP ABOVE Olivia held her much like she did when her sisters were upset; she'd have made her forget permanently if it were possible. With her arms wrapped around her she rubbed her arm in a soothing manner "I know" who would be stupid enough to flail about knowing that the chances were their back would open up? While the silence was comforting in the warm room it only ever left room to think over things. Liv was still angry and even as she acted the way she did and spoke as softly as ever she still felt the burning desire to stomp down to the lower levels and give everyone down there a piece of her mind. They wouldn't have listened to her but she'd bet it would make herself feel better. Shaking her head she found it difficult to suppress her feelings "no, he's not, pigs belong in a farmyard not a medical wing" and he was. Frowning she sighed "he knows better than to walk in here and even if he did I swear by the stars that he'd leave quicker" she might not have been violent nor liked it very much but she'd make an exception for him. Everything about it went against everything she stood for and she couldn't think of a more fitting person to be flung off a cliff. Nobody would've missed him, she figured, because he was one of the ones that love never wanted and people automatically shunned. Revolting excuse of a human being.
Eying her back carefully she took in each stitch and inwardly winced - while she'd done nothing major it was proof of how much damage he had. No one save for fairies could really ever understand what it was like to be stripped of something so important and she wouldn't dare try and imagine but as a medic and a human being she could probably have guessed. Grasping the rough blanket she tugged it up a little as the fairy spoke and all she could really do was offer a smile as she carried on. A open ear was always given and while her words spoke of joyous times the look in her eyes painted a very different story. To Liv she looked so much more than sad, sadness only ran so deep and this was straight through her, it consumed her eyes in a way she'd never come across before. Sitting beside her again she looked thoughtful as she listened to her but what could she say? She knew nothing of flight "it's best to think on happier times" she paused, frowning over her wording, "while nothing can make up for what you've had to endure this will not go without justice; in this life or the next" oh, he'd get his in the end she was sure of it and not just for this one, for all of them, for every single battered body they carried into her life.
Reaching out she patted her hand "you're welcome" showing a slight upturn of her lips she smiled faintly "I only wish I could make you more comfortable. Are you hungry? I brought breakfast but I wasn't sure you'd be up for eating just yet" she always felt a little more human after her breakfast but with the amount of sedative coursing through her veins Liv couldn't be took sure how her stomach was fairing. Some woke up feeling sick while others were starving. Everyone was different and nobody ever failed to surprise her; she doubted Tiasha would be any different after all how many people could go through what she had and lived to tell the tale? Not many that's for sure.
but now i'm hoping someone's there TAGS: CORZA
NOTES: meh shit post ._. sorry, lovely, it's bitching late |
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