Rogue awoke early the next morning to find herself beside his bed in the
hospital wing, clutching onto his hand like a mother to her child. She
looked over at his pale face, dark and formless in the shadow of the early
morning and thought of times long passed that lingered on in the margin of
her mind. She had forgotten much about her long childhood, forgotten the
many faces that wept in the shadowed part of her room, raised a freak
they'd say. Yes she had forgotten all before the kindness of the mansion,
her accepting friends and him, his fairytale glance watching her from afar,
and the very first glances they had shared together.
She leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed; she was still as black shadow ever watchful under the whispering moonlight. She watched her memory flicker along the back of her eyelids like photographs lined along the many pages of remembrance, cut deep with emotion and much thought. She paid close attention to times that meant nothing, like small flames surviving a little under the coolness of the showering rain; tiny reflections in puddles formed only by her many tears. Misery had survived and wrapped itself around her mind like barbed wire, growing steadily, wrapping tightly. The only memory that brought any sort of half smile to her lips was the thought of him. And of course, her many loving friends. But he was the reason she awoke every morning I suppose. He brought carefree happiness with him.
Suddenly as clear as spring breeze she heard a faint voice from inside her speak out. It was as beautiful as the mixed music of the ocean when sunlight sails atop its icy shores, it was speaking of him, echoing as if chanting when it formed its many whispers, "you tremble for a moment as your eyes call on his own, for those eyes reveal his deepest thoughts and reflect his darkest secrets. You start to hear your own quick breaths; the sight of him grows gentle on your own eyes, embracing you in a quilt of rich emotion. You try to walk away but you can't, for you are addicted to his eyes, sweeping flames under shadowed emotion in the calmness of midnight. You feel the rhythm of his deep breaths, lonely and needy towards your own. He wants to taste you, your sweet lips and gentle kiss as you get lost inside the eternal darkness of his past, but he knows he can't have you, and he knows that you have sinfully stared into the well of temptation but you can never know his gentle touch. You weep inside as he ever walks away, leaving you to his shadow but never, never leaving you alone" she sighed. "Do I really feel like that?" She asked herself as she settled into deep thought, staying there for a wealthy length of time.
The morning sunlight rested on the shoulders of the hills in the distance, turning them to glistening gold. Intense and beautiful, a patchwork quilt of yellow diamonds and sun kissed amber.
The blaze stung her eyes first of all, piercing through like some icy memory. Lighting her eyes like silver moonlight glowing around the small shadow of her pupils. She rubbed them harshly and then glanced over to him as if some cruel memory had been vomited back up. She remembered them, his eyes. They were bitter; meaningless as caves of deep decay, carved misery. Unfamiliar, piercing and dark. She held her head in her hands as if it were too heavy. His voice, the unforgiving tone. She had never before heard him speak so cruelly, like words that came out of nothingness. She could never have waited this long for the verdict if she had been thinking of unhappy times a moment ago, or was it long ago she couldn't remember, "must have dosed off". She yawned. Suddenly as if springing up from the ground storm appeared and with her was beast. "It's time", said storm. Those words brought more pain to her heart than Remy could ever have inflicted on her. Though, she was right, it was time. Beast started talking very scientifically, at least that's what she thought, it sounded like mumbling. Rogue just wanted to hear the answer to her many questions. There was only two words that she caught, two words that shook her and panicked her," multiple personality", said beast talking as if she were a patient, "multiple personality", she said hearing herself echo those cruel words. She felt weak, but.why didn't she believe them? How did she know it was much deeper than her friends had told her?
Ooh, wait and see, will post soon, I promise. Sorry for the long delay, please feel free to shout at the screen but don't forget to review. ( .
She leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed; she was still as black shadow ever watchful under the whispering moonlight. She watched her memory flicker along the back of her eyelids like photographs lined along the many pages of remembrance, cut deep with emotion and much thought. She paid close attention to times that meant nothing, like small flames surviving a little under the coolness of the showering rain; tiny reflections in puddles formed only by her many tears. Misery had survived and wrapped itself around her mind like barbed wire, growing steadily, wrapping tightly. The only memory that brought any sort of half smile to her lips was the thought of him. And of course, her many loving friends. But he was the reason she awoke every morning I suppose. He brought carefree happiness with him.
Suddenly as clear as spring breeze she heard a faint voice from inside her speak out. It was as beautiful as the mixed music of the ocean when sunlight sails atop its icy shores, it was speaking of him, echoing as if chanting when it formed its many whispers, "you tremble for a moment as your eyes call on his own, for those eyes reveal his deepest thoughts and reflect his darkest secrets. You start to hear your own quick breaths; the sight of him grows gentle on your own eyes, embracing you in a quilt of rich emotion. You try to walk away but you can't, for you are addicted to his eyes, sweeping flames under shadowed emotion in the calmness of midnight. You feel the rhythm of his deep breaths, lonely and needy towards your own. He wants to taste you, your sweet lips and gentle kiss as you get lost inside the eternal darkness of his past, but he knows he can't have you, and he knows that you have sinfully stared into the well of temptation but you can never know his gentle touch. You weep inside as he ever walks away, leaving you to his shadow but never, never leaving you alone" she sighed. "Do I really feel like that?" She asked herself as she settled into deep thought, staying there for a wealthy length of time.
The morning sunlight rested on the shoulders of the hills in the distance, turning them to glistening gold. Intense and beautiful, a patchwork quilt of yellow diamonds and sun kissed amber.
The blaze stung her eyes first of all, piercing through like some icy memory. Lighting her eyes like silver moonlight glowing around the small shadow of her pupils. She rubbed them harshly and then glanced over to him as if some cruel memory had been vomited back up. She remembered them, his eyes. They were bitter; meaningless as caves of deep decay, carved misery. Unfamiliar, piercing and dark. She held her head in her hands as if it were too heavy. His voice, the unforgiving tone. She had never before heard him speak so cruelly, like words that came out of nothingness. She could never have waited this long for the verdict if she had been thinking of unhappy times a moment ago, or was it long ago she couldn't remember, "must have dosed off". She yawned. Suddenly as if springing up from the ground storm appeared and with her was beast. "It's time", said storm. Those words brought more pain to her heart than Remy could ever have inflicted on her. Though, she was right, it was time. Beast started talking very scientifically, at least that's what she thought, it sounded like mumbling. Rogue just wanted to hear the answer to her many questions. There was only two words that she caught, two words that shook her and panicked her," multiple personality", said beast talking as if she were a patient, "multiple personality", she said hearing herself echo those cruel words. She felt weak, but.why didn't she believe them? How did she know it was much deeper than her friends had told her?
Ooh, wait and see, will post soon, I promise. Sorry for the long delay, please feel free to shout at the screen but don't forget to review. ( .