Note: This takes place during the book Hawksong, just a random scene I made up to fit somewhere in the period when they were ignoring each other. Or trying not to be around each other alone.
Disclaimer: I do not own this book, nor do I own the characters or the quote (which I don't know who said it, if you do tell me and I will correct it.)
Holding on
You know, I didn't really intend to embrace you that long… but then again I wasn't the only one holding on.
It was one of those days, lonely and abandoned… shadowed horizon and darkened hallways. I wandered those mazes, many of my kind never got to experience. Curiosity had overtaken me once again. The curiosity to explore as was usual for the bird that flowed through my veins.
I could remember the last time I stumbled through these hallways blind by ignorance. I fell upon the happenings of quite an unusual scene. One I would have preferred to have missed, not wanting to see my future Alistair kissing another woman. Of course, it had not hurt quite so much back then as it did now. Now, that I had grown onto him…now that I might actually like Zane Cobrianna.
But there he was, again, with her. I felt the pain rack through my body. It seized my heart. Why? I wasn't sure. How could I love that monster? How could I feel something for someone who would never feel anything besides hate towards me and my kind.
I choked back the unwanted sob and ran. I ran from my pain, from my uncertainty, and from them. I ran to where I knew not. When I felt I was far enough away from the two, I collapsed on the ground, bringing my knees to my chest.
I was raised better than this. I was raised to be disciplined. Why is it that this man would have my walls crumbling down? I closed my eyes and before I knew it I had drifted off to sleep.
Zane was standing at the end of the hallway, magnificent if all his dark glory. He began to walk towards me and I seemed to be caught by the beauty in his deep red gaze. "Danica," he reached out towards me and the hallway faded into a grand ball room, "may I have this dance… may I, Danica? Danica?" His voice echoed beautifully around the room.
I took his hand, pulling my self into his arm. My face touched warm, soft fabric as my arms went around his neck.
My eyes opened with a start. I was pressed against, my face buried into the shoulder of the one man I had just been running from, but I refused to let go. His arms were around my waist, and wishfully thinking, maybe he didn't want to let go either. I pulled back slowly, to see his eyes filled with uncertainty. I blushed, pushing my self away. "I'm sorry. Dream," I shrugged, rising to my feet. With a glance back, I left Zane kneeling on the floor watching me leave.
Perhaps I wasn't sorry.
What did I have to be sorry for?
He was also holding on.