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Time: Insight II: That of Holly and Rachel
A/N: Ah! L'amour! *breathes it in* It is close, no?
Holly:
She climbed, walked, ran, cried. It all flooded her mind, her senses. She wanted to die, feared to live. She only lived in order to die. How would this cycle end? She loved, she hated. She killed and would one day give life. It all confused her. It al swirled and twisted her mind, creating a grotesque picture of what should have been. Rachel and she would be sitting together, on the hill while Holly imagined the cows trying to trample them at night. She'd laugh, of course. Then Rachel would turn to her, smile once and roll, sleeping peacefully on her side. Holly would be awake, thinking: "When I get older, I want a family. And a cute husband, but children. Well, of course children. I want a home here, in this farm. It's mine anyway, but it's so relaxing, and I need relaxing things. Rachel can live here with us! She won't be with anyone for a while. I worry about her. I worry about the guys. Where'd they go after the war? Well, in the ground of course, but what did they feel? I didn't go, but they were my friends." Holly sat down and rubbed her ankle, which throbbed from a small fall. She had been running, walking, climbing.crying. Sounds. Voices and screams. She heard them all. She hadn't been there, she didn't know what happened, but maybe that would have given her closure. Maybe she would have liked to know what happened to her soldier family. But instead she had to listen to it. Every moment of the screaming, the shouting.then the silence. The.the unimaginable relief that she had been stationed on the radio at base instead of in the front lines. The disgust and vomiting and ensued her. How could she be so selfish?! Her best friend was more than likely dead. Her combat brothers were gone, dying, in pain. There was nothing she could do more than send a message for backup. When they were carted away, she didn't see them, didn't smell them, touch them.The only thing on her mind was Rachel. She was alive. Even more, she was watching a man die.How could she and still keep a poker face? At that instant, Holly wanted Rachel to die, wanted her cold, steel heart to be blown apart. Holly fumed, watched the man, Bryan, die form a distance simply because she couldn't get near that treacherous friend of her's. Then she saw the face. Saw the anxiety and failure and hated herself. To think, she wanted her best friend dead! And for what?! She was strong.strict.with a stick up her ass about most things. But that didn't matter.she DID care. Now Holly had something, had love. She was happy with Boromir, a man she could never see herself without. But soon, he would be marching into battle. She could loose him. Well this time, Holly wasn't going to stand by and watch the front lines! She would march right alongside and fight the good fight!
Rachel:
It was amazing what a little thing it was. His one finger could send shockwaves down her cheek. His absence nearly broke her heart. Why would this happen to her? Again? And war was on the horizon. It would happen again. Holly would have her Boromir and Rachel? Legolas would be the cash in for their happiness. Well, that wasn't going to happen. It wouldn't happen. No, not ever again. Rachel would not fail again. It was hard to think about when Legolas spoke to her in Elvish. She stopped fighting it and leaned her head against his shoulder, soaking his scent into her senses. It was bliss. He was there. He was real. And for once, she felt safe. She knew she would be in his arms again before the end of the lighted day. Rachel closed her eyes and attoned herself to his heartbeat, making them one. One tear fell, and that was enough to start a flood. The couple, in eachother's arms, fell to their knees, Rachel's cheeks lined with watery streams. It was real. She had to repeat to herself that she wouldn't loose another love to the torrents of war. This was her hour of romance. Her dozen roses. It was her.her husband.
A/N: Ooh.Compare Legolas to Rachel, yah? Hmmm hmmm.wife, husband.what am I sayin' here? Find out soon if you're thick headed!
Time: Insight II: That of Holly and Rachel
A/N: Ah! L'amour! *breathes it in* It is close, no?
Holly:
She climbed, walked, ran, cried. It all flooded her mind, her senses. She wanted to die, feared to live. She only lived in order to die. How would this cycle end? She loved, she hated. She killed and would one day give life. It all confused her. It al swirled and twisted her mind, creating a grotesque picture of what should have been. Rachel and she would be sitting together, on the hill while Holly imagined the cows trying to trample them at night. She'd laugh, of course. Then Rachel would turn to her, smile once and roll, sleeping peacefully on her side. Holly would be awake, thinking: "When I get older, I want a family. And a cute husband, but children. Well, of course children. I want a home here, in this farm. It's mine anyway, but it's so relaxing, and I need relaxing things. Rachel can live here with us! She won't be with anyone for a while. I worry about her. I worry about the guys. Where'd they go after the war? Well, in the ground of course, but what did they feel? I didn't go, but they were my friends." Holly sat down and rubbed her ankle, which throbbed from a small fall. She had been running, walking, climbing.crying. Sounds. Voices and screams. She heard them all. She hadn't been there, she didn't know what happened, but maybe that would have given her closure. Maybe she would have liked to know what happened to her soldier family. But instead she had to listen to it. Every moment of the screaming, the shouting.then the silence. The.the unimaginable relief that she had been stationed on the radio at base instead of in the front lines. The disgust and vomiting and ensued her. How could she be so selfish?! Her best friend was more than likely dead. Her combat brothers were gone, dying, in pain. There was nothing she could do more than send a message for backup. When they were carted away, she didn't see them, didn't smell them, touch them.The only thing on her mind was Rachel. She was alive. Even more, she was watching a man die.How could she and still keep a poker face? At that instant, Holly wanted Rachel to die, wanted her cold, steel heart to be blown apart. Holly fumed, watched the man, Bryan, die form a distance simply because she couldn't get near that treacherous friend of her's. Then she saw the face. Saw the anxiety and failure and hated herself. To think, she wanted her best friend dead! And for what?! She was strong.strict.with a stick up her ass about most things. But that didn't matter.she DID care. Now Holly had something, had love. She was happy with Boromir, a man she could never see herself without. But soon, he would be marching into battle. She could loose him. Well this time, Holly wasn't going to stand by and watch the front lines! She would march right alongside and fight the good fight!
Rachel:
It was amazing what a little thing it was. His one finger could send shockwaves down her cheek. His absence nearly broke her heart. Why would this happen to her? Again? And war was on the horizon. It would happen again. Holly would have her Boromir and Rachel? Legolas would be the cash in for their happiness. Well, that wasn't going to happen. It wouldn't happen. No, not ever again. Rachel would not fail again. It was hard to think about when Legolas spoke to her in Elvish. She stopped fighting it and leaned her head against his shoulder, soaking his scent into her senses. It was bliss. He was there. He was real. And for once, she felt safe. She knew she would be in his arms again before the end of the lighted day. Rachel closed her eyes and attoned herself to his heartbeat, making them one. One tear fell, and that was enough to start a flood. The couple, in eachother's arms, fell to their knees, Rachel's cheeks lined with watery streams. It was real. She had to repeat to herself that she wouldn't loose another love to the torrents of war. This was her hour of romance. Her dozen roses. It was her.her husband.
A/N: Ooh.Compare Legolas to Rachel, yah? Hmmm hmmm.wife, husband.what am I sayin' here? Find out soon if you're thick headed!