It wasn't peaceful. It wasn't pleasant. Dying slowly when you were supposed to have abilities that kept you from death was never something she'd put on her top ten must do list.
She didn't know how long she'd been dead to the world as her body made its attempts to heal itself, as her mind made such poor willing nudges to heal the broken ruins of the experience.
Karma and Taboo had killed her sent by her mother to end it all. Ariahn knew that but yet her mind wouldn't let go of the fact that it had been Theodore.
Never had Ariahn feared anything. But now... no matter how much she would never confess it, she feared the man she loved. The fact that the man could take her life and then coming back to it all they played the charade that nothing had happened.
Could it be repaired? Could it be fixed? Ariahn didn't know.
Unspoken things had happened when she had died... after she died. Sometimes she wanted to believe it was the totems of her mother's heritage to haunt her as nightmares, but othertimes she wondered if they unspoken desires and wants of Ariahn's own past.
All she knew in those long lost hours of darkness and nothingness there had been a faceless, nameless companion whose attention left her body smoldering with warmth and pleasantly sore.
She remembered the feathers of black. Omen marked totems of her mother's past.
Maybe Ariahn had a guardian angel.
The notion was laughable but yet...here she was... resurrected.
Hardly such a holy moment.
Restless in the night after making connections with long lost friends, she had found herself in the tea house, playing games with minds and hearts ... bodies and thoughts until her own want was sated.
For once she just wanted to have someone feel like she did, for there to be one that understood. The gods knew that Ariahn wasn't going to talk about her feelings.
By Midnight she had left that tea house that had left her heart and mind more unsettled then before. Wearing the skin of another she had spoken words that were truth on her tongue.
Love and loss.
Two things Ariahn was learning well, over and over again.
Ariahn couldn't shake the feeling... did she have a guardian angel? It was laughable... but even that feeling of being watched over had remained.
Love hadn't brought her back... but someone had.
Ariahn didn't know until she got there where she was at. She heard the place was different now that Taboo and Karma had been killed.
Rumor had it that she had one helluva fan club. That savage grin found its way home on her lips as she nudged the door open to the Crymson Tryst.
Gods but it felt good to be home.
She didn't know how long she'd been dead to the world as her body made its attempts to heal itself, as her mind made such poor willing nudges to heal the broken ruins of the experience.
Karma and Taboo had killed her sent by her mother to end it all. Ariahn knew that but yet her mind wouldn't let go of the fact that it had been Theodore.
Never had Ariahn feared anything. But now... no matter how much she would never confess it, she feared the man she loved. The fact that the man could take her life and then coming back to it all they played the charade that nothing had happened.
Could it be repaired? Could it be fixed? Ariahn didn't know.
Unspoken things had happened when she had died... after she died. Sometimes she wanted to believe it was the totems of her mother's heritage to haunt her as nightmares, but othertimes she wondered if they unspoken desires and wants of Ariahn's own past.
All she knew in those long lost hours of darkness and nothingness there had been a faceless, nameless companion whose attention left her body smoldering with warmth and pleasantly sore.
She remembered the feathers of black. Omen marked totems of her mother's past.
Maybe Ariahn had a guardian angel.
The notion was laughable but yet...here she was... resurrected.
Hardly such a holy moment.
Restless in the night after making connections with long lost friends, she had found herself in the tea house, playing games with minds and hearts ... bodies and thoughts until her own want was sated.
For once she just wanted to have someone feel like she did, for there to be one that understood. The gods knew that Ariahn wasn't going to talk about her feelings.
By Midnight she had left that tea house that had left her heart and mind more unsettled then before. Wearing the skin of another she had spoken words that were truth on her tongue.
Love and loss.
Two things Ariahn was learning well, over and over again.
Ariahn couldn't shake the feeling... did she have a guardian angel? It was laughable... but even that feeling of being watched over had remained.
Love hadn't brought her back... but someone had.
Ariahn didn't know until she got there where she was at. She heard the place was different now that Taboo and Karma had been killed.
Rumor had it that she had one helluva fan club. That savage grin found its way home on her lips as she nudged the door open to the Crymson Tryst.
Gods but it felt good to be home.