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{Rosethorn} Enjoy the Silence...
Jan. 29th, 2006 11:28 pmThe world was full of blurs and pretty colours as Rosethorn sat beside Quetzal, one arm slung lazily over her mentor's shoulder. The tequila was beginning to hit pretty heavily, but she didn't mind so much- it would be through her by morning, magic or no. She laughed softly to herself as Ebony shoved Camael for singing dirty songs at her, and nodded to Olivia as she walked in with a male she didn't recognise. It had been worth coming, she decided airily, looking at the bottle of tequila and wondering if another shot was entirely wise.
Quetzal suddenly tensed, and she looked closer at the strange male. What would make Jo tense up like that? She didn't care, just that her girl, her love, was aggravated and sad. Gently she stroked her hair, and began to sing, the words of a familiar song bubbling to her lips without a thought.
Words like violence, break the silence,
Come crashing in, into my little world.
Painful to me, pierce right through me.
Can't you understand, oh my little girl...
Quetzal relaxed a little, and Rosie smiled to herself and kept singing. She eventually worked out that the unfamiliar male was Elias, who had driven Jo into her arms when he had arrived with Lissa. Her face settled into stern lines as Jo asked about their relationship, voice wobbling. Even if she wasn't sure what she would do if he upset her mentor further, she pretty much knew the end result would be messy.
The talk soon drifted to pool and the like, Quetzal warming to the subject quickly. She was soon running off to kick his ass, as always, promising Rosethorn she would be fine. Rosethorn turned back to her drinking, encouraging Ebony to join her, not liking the places her mind was taking her. When the pair arrived back, their chatter interrupting Thomas' potificating, with Camael trailing behind, rubbing the bridge of his nose, she forced herself not to think of what would make him react like that.
Whatever had happened, the air was lightened. Ebony was a comic drunk, Quetzal smiled as she curled up against Rosie again, the man who called himself Dr Deckland was offering people very expensive vodka, and food to stem the hangover. Rosethorn smiled a little, the pain dulling enough for her to enjoy herself once more.
She should have known better...
Vows are spoken to be broken,
Feelings are intense, words are trivial.
Pleasures remain, so does the pain.
Words are meaningless and forgettable...
Conversation continued, and Rosethorn half-listened, more intent on the sensation of the woman beside her- until Camael mentioned a gentleman who had died of a heart attack earlier in the evening. Something cold and hurtful woke up inside her, making her roots and veins shrivel before the coming frost.
So she raged. She snarled and cursed, demanding to know why there was no-one with the right magic to save him... "No... Apparenty not a single life adept was there... some fool locked the room..." Far away, through the cold and the anger, she heard people questioning, asking why she fought death. She wanted to shout and shake them, call them fools for not understanding, but the cold was winning, and bringing the bitter memories with it. Suddenly she was back in his garden, the air smelling of wet earth and violence, pumping all her magic, all her being into him, screaming at him to live. She wept as she did then, as if she was still feeling her efforts fall away and trickle into the ground, cradling him in her arms, not daring to let go even as the paramedics arrived, just in case she felt a tremor of life, heard a gasp of air, any little sign that she knew in her heart of hearts was never coming.
As she cried, hating her tears and the people that caused them, she felt arms wrapping around her and holding her close. Jolene. She'd held her back then, too, salving the hurt with her gentle touch. She only vaguely heard Camael arguing back in his smooth, logical way, and Quetzal snarling with the fury of the wild. Instead, she listened to the beat of the heart so close to hers, and the whispered assurances that the old man would be proud. She breathed in deeply, tasting her mentor's spicy scent in the back of her throat, and mumbled back that finding somewhere away from retards sounded like a good idea.
Rosethorn stood up unsteadily, inviting Camael and Ebony along for a few quiet drinks. Quetzal looked to the brooding Mouse, and murmured that she would be along shortly. Between the pair of them, Camael and Rosie managed to get Ebony up the stairs, where Rosethorn administered the sober pill. She chuckled as Camael quietly offered to help her with the chanting- Fiacre would never have let any of his students get away without the learning the High Speech. Ebony bounded around after the purifying of her body, belting Camael with her pillow, and Rosethorn groaned and laughed softly, cruel memories falling away like dead leaves. She had forgotten how much she had missed the company of other mages, hidden away in her garden, with her plants and her pain.
Shortly Quetzal joined them, running her fingers through her hair, and it took a little while for Rosethorn to remember how to breathe. She made herself comfortable on the bed beside her, and curled into her mentor's embrace. Camael and Ebony soon made excuses and left, their smiles almost too knowing. Any other night, she would have sent nettles to nest in their bed, but just now, she couldn't find it in herself to care. All that was left was Quetzal, Jo, her love, and the urge to just hold her dearest treasure and never let go.
All I ever wanted, all I ever needed,
Is here, in my arms.
Words are very unneccesary,
They can only do harm...
"You know..." Quetzal murmured, breaking Rosie's reverie, "Everything was better once you were here."
The pain was almost physical, cutting through all the self-imposed barriers into her heart.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Missed you."
Rosethorn's thought turned inwards as she struggled with herself. Go on. Just one kiss. No, no, won't, mustn't. Can't do that to Jo, she wouldn't understand, it wouldn't be the same. But one! Could blame it on the alcohol, she'd barely remember with how tired she is... but I want her to remember... but this way you'll know for sure... alright... just one... how hard can it be?
Her thoughts turned outwards again, only to be greeted by the sight of a sleeping angel. She sighed softly and carefully turned out the lamp, the thin light of the moon highlighting Quetzal's beautiful face.
It took a long time before she could go to sleep, the scent of the woman she loved filling her senses, body aching for any little sign that she knew in her heart of hearts was never coming.
Quetzal suddenly tensed, and she looked closer at the strange male. What would make Jo tense up like that? She didn't care, just that her girl, her love, was aggravated and sad. Gently she stroked her hair, and began to sing, the words of a familiar song bubbling to her lips without a thought.
Words like violence, break the silence,
Come crashing in, into my little world.
Painful to me, pierce right through me.
Can't you understand, oh my little girl...
Quetzal relaxed a little, and Rosie smiled to herself and kept singing. She eventually worked out that the unfamiliar male was Elias, who had driven Jo into her arms when he had arrived with Lissa. Her face settled into stern lines as Jo asked about their relationship, voice wobbling. Even if she wasn't sure what she would do if he upset her mentor further, she pretty much knew the end result would be messy.
The talk soon drifted to pool and the like, Quetzal warming to the subject quickly. She was soon running off to kick his ass, as always, promising Rosethorn she would be fine. Rosethorn turned back to her drinking, encouraging Ebony to join her, not liking the places her mind was taking her. When the pair arrived back, their chatter interrupting Thomas' potificating, with Camael trailing behind, rubbing the bridge of his nose, she forced herself not to think of what would make him react like that.
Whatever had happened, the air was lightened. Ebony was a comic drunk, Quetzal smiled as she curled up against Rosie again, the man who called himself Dr Deckland was offering people very expensive vodka, and food to stem the hangover. Rosethorn smiled a little, the pain dulling enough for her to enjoy herself once more.
She should have known better...
Vows are spoken to be broken,
Feelings are intense, words are trivial.
Pleasures remain, so does the pain.
Words are meaningless and forgettable...
Conversation continued, and Rosethorn half-listened, more intent on the sensation of the woman beside her- until Camael mentioned a gentleman who had died of a heart attack earlier in the evening. Something cold and hurtful woke up inside her, making her roots and veins shrivel before the coming frost.
So she raged. She snarled and cursed, demanding to know why there was no-one with the right magic to save him... "No... Apparenty not a single life adept was there... some fool locked the room..." Far away, through the cold and the anger, she heard people questioning, asking why she fought death. She wanted to shout and shake them, call them fools for not understanding, but the cold was winning, and bringing the bitter memories with it. Suddenly she was back in his garden, the air smelling of wet earth and violence, pumping all her magic, all her being into him, screaming at him to live. She wept as she did then, as if she was still feeling her efforts fall away and trickle into the ground, cradling him in her arms, not daring to let go even as the paramedics arrived, just in case she felt a tremor of life, heard a gasp of air, any little sign that she knew in her heart of hearts was never coming.
As she cried, hating her tears and the people that caused them, she felt arms wrapping around her and holding her close. Jolene. She'd held her back then, too, salving the hurt with her gentle touch. She only vaguely heard Camael arguing back in his smooth, logical way, and Quetzal snarling with the fury of the wild. Instead, she listened to the beat of the heart so close to hers, and the whispered assurances that the old man would be proud. She breathed in deeply, tasting her mentor's spicy scent in the back of her throat, and mumbled back that finding somewhere away from retards sounded like a good idea.
Rosethorn stood up unsteadily, inviting Camael and Ebony along for a few quiet drinks. Quetzal looked to the brooding Mouse, and murmured that she would be along shortly. Between the pair of them, Camael and Rosie managed to get Ebony up the stairs, where Rosethorn administered the sober pill. She chuckled as Camael quietly offered to help her with the chanting- Fiacre would never have let any of his students get away without the learning the High Speech. Ebony bounded around after the purifying of her body, belting Camael with her pillow, and Rosethorn groaned and laughed softly, cruel memories falling away like dead leaves. She had forgotten how much she had missed the company of other mages, hidden away in her garden, with her plants and her pain.
Shortly Quetzal joined them, running her fingers through her hair, and it took a little while for Rosethorn to remember how to breathe. She made herself comfortable on the bed beside her, and curled into her mentor's embrace. Camael and Ebony soon made excuses and left, their smiles almost too knowing. Any other night, she would have sent nettles to nest in their bed, but just now, she couldn't find it in herself to care. All that was left was Quetzal, Jo, her love, and the urge to just hold her dearest treasure and never let go.
All I ever wanted, all I ever needed,
Is here, in my arms.
Words are very unneccesary,
They can only do harm...
"You know..." Quetzal murmured, breaking Rosie's reverie, "Everything was better once you were here."
The pain was almost physical, cutting through all the self-imposed barriers into her heart.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Missed you."
Rosethorn's thought turned inwards as she struggled with herself. Go on. Just one kiss. No, no, won't, mustn't. Can't do that to Jo, she wouldn't understand, it wouldn't be the same. But one! Could blame it on the alcohol, she'd barely remember with how tired she is... but I want her to remember... but this way you'll know for sure... alright... just one... how hard can it be?
Her thoughts turned outwards again, only to be greeted by the sight of a sleeping angel. She sighed softly and carefully turned out the lamp, the thin light of the moon highlighting Quetzal's beautiful face.
It took a long time before she could go to sleep, the scent of the woman she loved filling her senses, body aching for any little sign that she knew in her heart of hearts was never coming.
