OK, here is the chapter. I know, it's late, But I got caught up in Halloween and taking down my decorations and such. Sorry!! But back to the story, lol, here it all is. I think I will just leave it to you to read it, OK? Lol, enjoy!
A/N: this is from Rogue's POV, right up until it say's 'BACK IN THE LIVING ROOM' okie dokie?
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
She never really tried to understand Fairenth, nor did she want to, but something about how she was conducting herself lately struck an odd cord in Rogue's head. Sure, Fairenth was a melancholy character by heart, but now... now she seemed even more brought down, even more dejected, even more.... depressed. Rogue sighed as she watched Fairenth stare into the glistening flames of the fire in front of her. Rogue had ventured to the living-room to read a book, and found Farah perched in the big chair, curled up in her baggy sweater. Rogue had contemplated just leaving her by herself, but Farah had persisted she go about her calling while she sit. So she did. But while she did, she couldn't help take note of the way Fairenth didn't stare into the fire with the usual enchantment, but a pure look of loneliness, something not all common with the Fairenth they all knew.
"Are uh, are ya all right?" she asked languidly, a feeling of disconcertment crossing Rogue's features as Fairenth turned blunted eyes to hers. She looked as if she was getting ready to reply, but then she just shook her head effortlessly, and turned her face back to the fire, red and orange lights dancing off her face. Rogue sighed. She had a good idea of what was wrong, she had seen the way Kurt held himself to his image inducer lately, and tried to disregard the ever strong presence of Fairenth Croix. She licked her lips slightly, and then turned her book over in her lap.
"I saw Kurt today" she said aimlessly, waiting for an rebuttal. Nothing. Farah just held her sight strong on the branding flames in the fireplace. Rogue watched speechlessly, and then cocked her head to the side, pondering if she should even be hassling herself to this. She would get nothing fromit... she sighed. She still had a heart though, and it still told her to do the necessary.
"So uh, he seemed a bit down, have any idea why?" she drawled out in her southern accent, waiting for another response from the listless girl. Nothing. Rogue felt her throat start to tighten with fervor, but she tried to hold fortitude with her.
"Look, Ah never get into this kind of stuff, and I guess Ah'm no one to say anything in this matter, due to the extremely low experience, but...." she paused and watched as Farah's eyes landed on her face. Rogue felt the slight anger swell down some when she got her attention.
"Kurt can be an idiot. He... he has slight issue's with trust, but, how can you blame him? He lives like that every day..." she halted uncertainly, and put strong accent on 'that' in the last sentence. Farah blinked, and Rogue continued.
"Kurt is a kind soul at heart, we've all seen it in action. He.. he started out trying to be useful to you, helping you... and Ah guess it turned into more, didn't it?" she asked idly, not waiting for an answer from the bewildered girl curled into the solace of the couch from the actuality seeping out of the Goth's mouth.
"Ah can see it. Hell, Fairenth, we've all seen it. You two... you two click more than imaginable. It's amazing how someone like you, who has stepped out of such a disgusting past like ya'll have, can still be so open and receiving to love and expectancy. He needs someone like you Fairenth, whether it is as a friend or somethin' more" she stopped, and sighed, rubbing her forehead lightly. Rogue was wondering why in the world she stepped into this, but in a whole other view... it was easeing to be able get this all sorted out for them.
"But listen Farah. Your inexperienced, your fragile, your so untainted by the world.... I don't think you understand what you need to contribute to this type of thing. There's gonna to be fights, heartache... I think you might need to learn it before you try it" she said slowly and carefully as not to insult Fairenth. But nothing came of it. She just stared to Rogue, her eyes a faint but noticeably shocked white. She blinked, sighed, and then turned her eyes to the flames.
"Inexperienced" Fairenth echoed, not too loud, but loud enough for Rogue to hear. Rogue raised an eyebrow, and looked down at her book for a moment, to think.
"Yeah, inexperienced" she said softly, and tinkered with the cover of the book. Uptightness was strongly built, and utter stillness filled the skeptical room. Fairenth eyes were veiled by the shadows, and Rogue couldn't seem to lift her eyes from the fire that Farah kept her eyes on. It shook, and intertwined in ways that Rogue never noticed before. Red and orange cavort together as if in dance, and the kindles of wood smothered at the bottom, keeping an eerie but mysterious glow about it. Fairenth's light sigh lifted the room, and tore Rogue's eyes from the flames. Rogue grew inquisitive slightly, and asked the question that she had no doubt drifted into everyone's mind that ever met Fairenth Croix.
"What's it feel like? Ah mean, to know...to know the earth like you do?" she asked, and waited as Fairenth never tore her eyes from the bursting flames, the shadows still playing her face, lighting up her features.
"It's... It's beautiful. It's nothing like any man could feel, hear or touch. But amongst the miracle, lies the unavoidable curse. I feel living things giving birth in the spring, bringing new youth to the world...but as comes the spring, I can feel things dying and starving in the winter...every soul lived, every soul brought to death...I feel" she finished, evidently not wanting to give out any more. Rogue stared at her, a new sense of comprehension bringing her spirit to light. She spoke of such passion that it made Rogue want to...to go plant a tree, or something stupid of that nature just to give Fairenth the pleasure of feeling life in her veins. Rogue shook her head slightly, and stood up quietly, gaining Farah's doe-eyed attention again.
"That's just it Fairenth. Your voice speaks such a volume of passion, but all I can hear is pain. You... you have so many wounds to heal, so many bruises to let fade. But that's just it, bruises fade in time. Kurt doesn't want to hinder that process....he may be an idiot, but he is kinda smart sometimes. You need time Fairenth, you don't even know the world yet. You don't know what to have a relationship is yet, so maybe..." Rogue stopped, feeling herself getting that antsy feeling all over again. She took a deep breath before walking to the door and delaying, looking over her shoulder, a strand of white hair leaping to her face.
"... time heals all wounds Farah, and bruises fade. Ya need to let them all fade completely first before jumping into something ya'll regret later" she finished, walking out of the room with heavy breaths. She hated to be so caring. Not everyone was caring towards her, so why was she so charitable? Maybe she should....
BACK IN THE LIVING ROOM
Time heals all wounds.
Fairenth stared back into the flames, and thought it all over. She was inexperienced. Wounded, bruised. She needed to heal before getting into anything she would regret. She held back the tears with retaliation, hating Rogue unexpectedly for being so true in her words, for slapping her in the face with reality she didn't want. She sniffled back more tears and let out a long breath.
Maybe she needed to talk to Kurt.
She stood up from the little world she held in that chair, and for the first time, felt the cold air whip her face, not scathing her, but rejuvenating her. She shook off the emotional mask she had held for so long, and let her true self shine through. Unmasked, unhidden, unshelled. This was her, and she needed to face the world by herself. She needed to know why she was there, what she had stepped into....what love really meant to her. She walked to the doorframe and took a step into the hall with new hope, free of pain...
....and suddenly gasped.
She spoke too soon. Like being hit with a freight train, a deep pain entered her chest, and she blinked a couple times, before gasping for more air. Her hand flew to the frame, and her face distorted in pain as she tried precariously to gain control. Screams of mercy entered her pensive mind, and tears stung the back of her eyes, spurning to fall, but threatening to give way. She let out a sob, and her blurry eyes searched for help in the halls. No one. She slid down the doorframe solidly, and fell to the ground on her knees. She grabbed at her head, her thoughts jumbled as she searched for the answer. Farah's eyes started to tremble, close to a slit lightly, and then closed.
She remained like that, untouched, for seven strong minutes.
Just as the time hit eight minutes, her eyes flew open, and a breathe of air entered her lungs. Anger sparked in her eyes as she got sight of what caused her pain in dreams, and she rose off the ground with pure rage. Her eyebrows furrowed together in a tight knot, and her eyes could light up the night with one promising glare. The wind howled outside in confusion, and she walked to the door without a word. She had one destination, and one destination only.
Perdition River.
Uh oh. Here we go, this is the entrance to the climax, the slope to the end, ect., lmao. So next chapter will be up. Tell me, what do you think has got her mad? What sparked that insisted pain in her chest? I hinted at it earlier in the chapter, so... read it over!! Lol, Chapter 12 will be up.
A/N: this is from Rogue's POV, right up until it say's 'BACK IN THE LIVING ROOM' okie dokie?
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
She never really tried to understand Fairenth, nor did she want to, but something about how she was conducting herself lately struck an odd cord in Rogue's head. Sure, Fairenth was a melancholy character by heart, but now... now she seemed even more brought down, even more dejected, even more.... depressed. Rogue sighed as she watched Fairenth stare into the glistening flames of the fire in front of her. Rogue had ventured to the living-room to read a book, and found Farah perched in the big chair, curled up in her baggy sweater. Rogue had contemplated just leaving her by herself, but Farah had persisted she go about her calling while she sit. So she did. But while she did, she couldn't help take note of the way Fairenth didn't stare into the fire with the usual enchantment, but a pure look of loneliness, something not all common with the Fairenth they all knew.
"Are uh, are ya all right?" she asked languidly, a feeling of disconcertment crossing Rogue's features as Fairenth turned blunted eyes to hers. She looked as if she was getting ready to reply, but then she just shook her head effortlessly, and turned her face back to the fire, red and orange lights dancing off her face. Rogue sighed. She had a good idea of what was wrong, she had seen the way Kurt held himself to his image inducer lately, and tried to disregard the ever strong presence of Fairenth Croix. She licked her lips slightly, and then turned her book over in her lap.
"I saw Kurt today" she said aimlessly, waiting for an rebuttal. Nothing. Farah just held her sight strong on the branding flames in the fireplace. Rogue watched speechlessly, and then cocked her head to the side, pondering if she should even be hassling herself to this. She would get nothing fromit... she sighed. She still had a heart though, and it still told her to do the necessary.
"So uh, he seemed a bit down, have any idea why?" she drawled out in her southern accent, waiting for another response from the listless girl. Nothing. Rogue felt her throat start to tighten with fervor, but she tried to hold fortitude with her.
"Look, Ah never get into this kind of stuff, and I guess Ah'm no one to say anything in this matter, due to the extremely low experience, but...." she paused and watched as Farah's eyes landed on her face. Rogue felt the slight anger swell down some when she got her attention.
"Kurt can be an idiot. He... he has slight issue's with trust, but, how can you blame him? He lives like that every day..." she halted uncertainly, and put strong accent on 'that' in the last sentence. Farah blinked, and Rogue continued.
"Kurt is a kind soul at heart, we've all seen it in action. He.. he started out trying to be useful to you, helping you... and Ah guess it turned into more, didn't it?" she asked idly, not waiting for an answer from the bewildered girl curled into the solace of the couch from the actuality seeping out of the Goth's mouth.
"Ah can see it. Hell, Fairenth, we've all seen it. You two... you two click more than imaginable. It's amazing how someone like you, who has stepped out of such a disgusting past like ya'll have, can still be so open and receiving to love and expectancy. He needs someone like you Fairenth, whether it is as a friend or somethin' more" she stopped, and sighed, rubbing her forehead lightly. Rogue was wondering why in the world she stepped into this, but in a whole other view... it was easeing to be able get this all sorted out for them.
"But listen Farah. Your inexperienced, your fragile, your so untainted by the world.... I don't think you understand what you need to contribute to this type of thing. There's gonna to be fights, heartache... I think you might need to learn it before you try it" she said slowly and carefully as not to insult Fairenth. But nothing came of it. She just stared to Rogue, her eyes a faint but noticeably shocked white. She blinked, sighed, and then turned her eyes to the flames.
"Inexperienced" Fairenth echoed, not too loud, but loud enough for Rogue to hear. Rogue raised an eyebrow, and looked down at her book for a moment, to think.
"Yeah, inexperienced" she said softly, and tinkered with the cover of the book. Uptightness was strongly built, and utter stillness filled the skeptical room. Fairenth eyes were veiled by the shadows, and Rogue couldn't seem to lift her eyes from the fire that Farah kept her eyes on. It shook, and intertwined in ways that Rogue never noticed before. Red and orange cavort together as if in dance, and the kindles of wood smothered at the bottom, keeping an eerie but mysterious glow about it. Fairenth's light sigh lifted the room, and tore Rogue's eyes from the flames. Rogue grew inquisitive slightly, and asked the question that she had no doubt drifted into everyone's mind that ever met Fairenth Croix.
"What's it feel like? Ah mean, to know...to know the earth like you do?" she asked, and waited as Fairenth never tore her eyes from the bursting flames, the shadows still playing her face, lighting up her features.
"It's... It's beautiful. It's nothing like any man could feel, hear or touch. But amongst the miracle, lies the unavoidable curse. I feel living things giving birth in the spring, bringing new youth to the world...but as comes the spring, I can feel things dying and starving in the winter...every soul lived, every soul brought to death...I feel" she finished, evidently not wanting to give out any more. Rogue stared at her, a new sense of comprehension bringing her spirit to light. She spoke of such passion that it made Rogue want to...to go plant a tree, or something stupid of that nature just to give Fairenth the pleasure of feeling life in her veins. Rogue shook her head slightly, and stood up quietly, gaining Farah's doe-eyed attention again.
"That's just it Fairenth. Your voice speaks such a volume of passion, but all I can hear is pain. You... you have so many wounds to heal, so many bruises to let fade. But that's just it, bruises fade in time. Kurt doesn't want to hinder that process....he may be an idiot, but he is kinda smart sometimes. You need time Fairenth, you don't even know the world yet. You don't know what to have a relationship is yet, so maybe..." Rogue stopped, feeling herself getting that antsy feeling all over again. She took a deep breath before walking to the door and delaying, looking over her shoulder, a strand of white hair leaping to her face.
"... time heals all wounds Farah, and bruises fade. Ya need to let them all fade completely first before jumping into something ya'll regret later" she finished, walking out of the room with heavy breaths. She hated to be so caring. Not everyone was caring towards her, so why was she so charitable? Maybe she should....
BACK IN THE LIVING ROOM
Time heals all wounds.
Fairenth stared back into the flames, and thought it all over. She was inexperienced. Wounded, bruised. She needed to heal before getting into anything she would regret. She held back the tears with retaliation, hating Rogue unexpectedly for being so true in her words, for slapping her in the face with reality she didn't want. She sniffled back more tears and let out a long breath.
Maybe she needed to talk to Kurt.
She stood up from the little world she held in that chair, and for the first time, felt the cold air whip her face, not scathing her, but rejuvenating her. She shook off the emotional mask she had held for so long, and let her true self shine through. Unmasked, unhidden, unshelled. This was her, and she needed to face the world by herself. She needed to know why she was there, what she had stepped into....what love really meant to her. She walked to the doorframe and took a step into the hall with new hope, free of pain...
....and suddenly gasped.
She spoke too soon. Like being hit with a freight train, a deep pain entered her chest, and she blinked a couple times, before gasping for more air. Her hand flew to the frame, and her face distorted in pain as she tried precariously to gain control. Screams of mercy entered her pensive mind, and tears stung the back of her eyes, spurning to fall, but threatening to give way. She let out a sob, and her blurry eyes searched for help in the halls. No one. She slid down the doorframe solidly, and fell to the ground on her knees. She grabbed at her head, her thoughts jumbled as she searched for the answer. Farah's eyes started to tremble, close to a slit lightly, and then closed.
She remained like that, untouched, for seven strong minutes.
Just as the time hit eight minutes, her eyes flew open, and a breathe of air entered her lungs. Anger sparked in her eyes as she got sight of what caused her pain in dreams, and she rose off the ground with pure rage. Her eyebrows furrowed together in a tight knot, and her eyes could light up the night with one promising glare. The wind howled outside in confusion, and she walked to the door without a word. She had one destination, and one destination only.
Perdition River.
Uh oh. Here we go, this is the entrance to the climax, the slope to the end, ect., lmao. So next chapter will be up. Tell me, what do you think has got her mad? What sparked that insisted pain in her chest? I hinted at it earlier in the chapter, so... read it over!! Lol, Chapter 12 will be up.