moment to lie. [village of ancients, ingus] Nov 13, 2012 1:32:44 GMT -5
Post by excalibur on Nov 13, 2012 1:32:44 GMT -5
It had been three days since a kind passerby in the village had brought the two of them, two teenagers who had teleported into the center of the town covered in blood, into the Inn -- Refia had only remained conscious long enough to plead someone for help. She had woken up many hours later, her head still pounding, and discovered that whoever had dropped them off had also paid for their room. They would be able to stay as long as it took for them to recover, for which she was immensely grateful.
Since then, Refia had spent most of her time by Ingus' side. His wounds had been severe -- and he still hadn't regained consciousness. She had taken it upon herself to take care of him until he awoke ... but it was difficult. For the first time, she saw how truly broken her friend was. He trembled and cried out in his sleep, constantly plagued by nightmares; what had happened to him? When they had traveled together, Ingus hadn't so much as talked when he dreamed.
Now, it was like he had been smashed to pieces and messily glued back together with a few of the shards missing.
The first time it had happened, Refia had cried. She didn't want to see him falling apart, but what was there for her to do? It occured frequently, his bouts of hysterics, and Refia soon found herself running to his side and holding his hand each time. "It's okay, Ingus," she would murmur, squeezing his hand. "It'll be all right. I'm here, I'm here. Nothing's going to hurt you."
Refia had received a few questions from some of the more curious people staying in the Inn, but she had always responded with a small smile and "He's just a friend." There was no need for her to give those people an impression of what could never happen. She did her best to keep up the 'friend' pretense -- but whether she was trying to convince those other people or herself, she wasn't quite sure.
And yet, when she was sure nobody was looking, she would sometimes thread their fingers together and stroke his golden hair. She would gently run her fingertips over his tired, beautiful face and cradle it in her hand. She knew that it was useless; but, at least while he was asleep, she could imagine what it would be like if maybe, just maybe ...
Refia pulled her hands back.
She was being ridiculous.