Her pale hand slipped from his, and Olivia watched as he thought through her request -a request to extend her training hours from eighteen to twenty-one, a move that she knew her usual training companions wouldn't have backed her up on, but right now, she didn't care, and she knew he'd saw that.
Aro pressed his finger tips to his mouth, hand pressed together as he thought it through. He sighed, as though he was upset. "My dear," he said after a moment, and she remained expressionless, her bright red eyes watching him closely for his reaction to what she'd asked. He took a step forward towards her, observing her closely. He shook his head. "I cannot allow your request, Olivia. What you are trying to do will not help erase what happened. You can forget it for a moment, during training, but not socialising but for your patrol with the other guard members gives you all the time needed to still linger on what happened." He spoke calmly.
Olivia squared her jaw, willing herself to remain calm, somewhat. "All I ever do is think about it," she answered. "All I ever do is think about how I couldn't even stop them from doing that to me, and I just want to forget, is that too much to ask?" She pressed softly and he shook his head, milky red eyes watching her closely. "No, Miss Felton, it isn't, but I cannot allow your request." He replied calmly, and she nodded, swallowing as she did so.
The room was deathly silent as she laid there, her covers pulled up to her chin as she laid there, eyes squeezed shut as she trembled, much unneeded breaths coming in short bursts from her parted lips. It was horrific, each time they did it to her playing through her mind over and over again like a broken record stuck on repeat.
A short knock came at the door, her almost charcoal black eyes flashing open as she rushed out of the bed in an instant, appearing at the door within a few seconds, tugging her thick black cardigan on over her shirt, wrapping her arms around herself as she pulled the door open, her dark eyes rolling as she saw the person on the other side. "What?" She clipped, staring at the male twin uncomfortably as she remained inside her room.
He gave her a look. "Training? Your gift? You said to go back to nor-" she cut him off, gesturing for him to come into her room. He stepped inside, and she nudged the door shut, the soft click replacing the heavy silence that'd fallen over the room. She wrapped her arms around herself, watching as his eyes drifted over the unusual mess of her room, the bookcase still toppled over onto the floor, something she'd done in an emotional rage, amongst other things, or the untidy countertop of the adjoining bathroom that was usually pristine and perfect.
Olivia quirked a brow up. "What, something different that what you're used to?" She asked coolly and he looked at her, his crimson red eyes falling onto her much more darker, almost black ones. He sighed. "You can't train like this." He stated and she shrugged, walking over to her bed, sitting down cross-legged on the soft covers that were all askew atop the wooden frame. She shrugged. "I'm fine. Nothing is wrong. If you're here to help me train with my gift, then help, but don't bring up other things instead of that." She warned dully.
He searched her face for a moment before he nodded slowly, taking a seat beside her. The smoke flowed from his pale fingers and she reached out, her own pale fingers wafting through it, her eyes showing hesitation that quickly vanished as it disappeared into her palm.