07-16-2018, 12:02 PM
At the first sign of lifeforms outside of their own, Talia can't help but let her fingers wander to the hilt of her bastard sword, gripping tightly from where it's still sheathed into its scabbard - her jaws are set, teeth ground together, eyes honing in on the Blackfallen - cautious, curious, but rightfully so. The way they hold themselves up is so different from their own that it's a little unnerving and unfamiliar. Her tongue pushes against the back of her teeth but she holds her calmed expression, the noncommittal line of her lips. She's quiet as her Alpha speaks, head knocking down, and that's when she sees him manifesting out of the shadows.
It's happening too quickly and suddenly Talia is uncomfortable, unsure, her fingers tightening shakily against the reigns of her horse - it feels like she's intruding something, and it doesn't help that he's giving her Alpha that damned look. A part of her starts to seethe, writhing just under her skin, prickling and growing defensive as the few seconds tick by around her. Her eyes never leave him, his face - a small spark of familiarity, an ember but it's enough to catch onto the kindling of her consciousness, slowly spreading and lighting up parts of her memories she never thought she would have to revisit.
A cry, a shaken voice, latching onto his hands with her own as she's led away from what they once called home - a gentle voice, reassuring and strong and soft at the same time, whispering in her ear, It'll be alright, I'm here, Talia, I won't let anything happen to you. Talia shifts on her horse as it comes spilling back at the forefront of her mind, hand rising to rub furiously at her temple. Memories of the Crown, of training, of looking up at him in uniform and telling herself that one day - one day - she would be just like him, because he was her biggest hero, he was...
Memories of her crying, held back as he's exiled for things she doesn't quite understand, calling out to his receding back as he disappears into the darkness. She's diving deep into her memories, memories of furious research and inquiries, receiving discipline when she asks too many questions; she can't even count the number of times she's been strapped to the pole and lashed for insubordination - she wanted, she needed to know what happened to him and where he went -
"Cain," comes his name, whispered under her breath but with such unraveling revelation that it could've been shouted. Everything fades away for the moment - the questions, the seething, the curiosity - everything fades as Talia slides down onto her feet shakily, her horse huffing and taking a single step back. She's stepping forward, slowly at first then faster, because it's beginning to click, the familiarity of his face, the depth in his eyes, it's coming faster and faster and she can't help but run straight towards him - towards her brother, who she never thought she'd see again.
It's happening too quickly and suddenly Talia is uncomfortable, unsure, her fingers tightening shakily against the reigns of her horse - it feels like she's intruding something, and it doesn't help that he's giving her Alpha that damned look. A part of her starts to seethe, writhing just under her skin, prickling and growing defensive as the few seconds tick by around her. Her eyes never leave him, his face - a small spark of familiarity, an ember but it's enough to catch onto the kindling of her consciousness, slowly spreading and lighting up parts of her memories she never thought she would have to revisit.
A cry, a shaken voice, latching onto his hands with her own as she's led away from what they once called home - a gentle voice, reassuring and strong and soft at the same time, whispering in her ear, It'll be alright, I'm here, Talia, I won't let anything happen to you. Talia shifts on her horse as it comes spilling back at the forefront of her mind, hand rising to rub furiously at her temple. Memories of the Crown, of training, of looking up at him in uniform and telling herself that one day - one day - she would be just like him, because he was her biggest hero, he was...
Memories of her crying, held back as he's exiled for things she doesn't quite understand, calling out to his receding back as he disappears into the darkness. She's diving deep into her memories, memories of furious research and inquiries, receiving discipline when she asks too many questions; she can't even count the number of times she's been strapped to the pole and lashed for insubordination - she wanted, she needed to know what happened to him and where he went -
"Cain," comes his name, whispered under her breath but with such unraveling revelation that it could've been shouted. Everything fades away for the moment - the questions, the seething, the curiosity - everything fades as Talia slides down onto her feet shakily, her horse huffing and taking a single step back. She's stepping forward, slowly at first then faster, because it's beginning to click, the familiarity of his face, the depth in his eyes, it's coming faster and faster and she can't help but run straight towards him - towards her brother, who she never thought she'd see again.
THE POP AND FIZZ HITS YOU LIKE A HAMMER
LEXA • SHE / HER • PREMADES ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆