The heat boiled under her skin.
Izira paced in her study, trying to focus her energy?trying to calm the fire down. The orange tabby called Sylis perched silently on top of the dark wood desk, watching to woman in turmoil. As she moved back and forth, his tail flicked in a mimic of her. Beneath the feline?s form sat the full translation of the book from her father?s people, once again opened to the section covering sharing the gift through a bond. Izira would be freed from the chaos of her nature if she could share it with another.
~He would, you know. ~
The cat?s mind spoke into her own.
?Shut up, Silas.?
Left, right, left, right? the slit green eyes continued to watch as the cat deemed to remain silent for a few minutes.
~He might. If you asked.~
?I?m not asking!?
She shot a dark glare at her companion, but could not focus on further argument. The heat was about to undo her. Without though, Izira turned making towards her private quarters and bath. Hands came into fists about the fabric of her buttoned blouse, ripping it off without hesitation. Finger tips running through her hair, trying to get it off her neck. Heels were lost somewhere between the two rooms. Skirt and undergarments removed with the same care given the blouse. Stripped, she walked across the tiled floor of bedroom and bath?the cold tiles warming under the heat from her body.
Her personal bath, the room usually soothed Izira just by stepping inside. However, today was different and the care and personal touch given to the interior did not sway her mood. Hanging plants, their purple and white flowers filling the air with their soft scents. The tub was massive?big enough for four, sitting within a raised platform. The water of the tub could overflow, slipping over the edges only to drain down the sides. She was not interested in a bath at this moment, though, and headed straight for the shower instead.
The shower was like another room, floor to ceiling tiles of a dark blue veined with aqua green behind a clear glass door. An oversized shower head to either end, the cascading waters crossing paths as they fell. Izira shut the glass door behind her, then turning both faucets to the highest cold water setting. A short gasp as the water started to fall against her naked form. She tilted her head back, watching steam lift from her body as the cold water meet with heated skin. A soft sigh, closing her eyes, tears escaped to mix with the falling water. Her breathing became labored as sobs wracked her body, taking her down to her knees on the tiles. Cold water fell, but hot water pooled on the floor.
Eventually the tears ran out, Izira angered that she would feel so sorry for herself. She sat down, knees pulled up to her form. Eyes opened, the glass door to the shower was covered in mist and the shower was thick with steam. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale? the water that surrounded her started to lose its heat. Swallowing hard, head tilted back again. Cold, it was all cold. Izira closed her eyes again letting her body shiver with the feel of it.
Izira paced in her study, trying to focus her energy?trying to calm the fire down. The orange tabby called Sylis perched silently on top of the dark wood desk, watching to woman in turmoil. As she moved back and forth, his tail flicked in a mimic of her. Beneath the feline?s form sat the full translation of the book from her father?s people, once again opened to the section covering sharing the gift through a bond. Izira would be freed from the chaos of her nature if she could share it with another.
~He would, you know. ~
The cat?s mind spoke into her own.
?Shut up, Silas.?
Left, right, left, right? the slit green eyes continued to watch as the cat deemed to remain silent for a few minutes.
~He might. If you asked.~
?I?m not asking!?
She shot a dark glare at her companion, but could not focus on further argument. The heat was about to undo her. Without though, Izira turned making towards her private quarters and bath. Hands came into fists about the fabric of her buttoned blouse, ripping it off without hesitation. Finger tips running through her hair, trying to get it off her neck. Heels were lost somewhere between the two rooms. Skirt and undergarments removed with the same care given the blouse. Stripped, she walked across the tiled floor of bedroom and bath?the cold tiles warming under the heat from her body.
Her personal bath, the room usually soothed Izira just by stepping inside. However, today was different and the care and personal touch given to the interior did not sway her mood. Hanging plants, their purple and white flowers filling the air with their soft scents. The tub was massive?big enough for four, sitting within a raised platform. The water of the tub could overflow, slipping over the edges only to drain down the sides. She was not interested in a bath at this moment, though, and headed straight for the shower instead.
The shower was like another room, floor to ceiling tiles of a dark blue veined with aqua green behind a clear glass door. An oversized shower head to either end, the cascading waters crossing paths as they fell. Izira shut the glass door behind her, then turning both faucets to the highest cold water setting. A short gasp as the water started to fall against her naked form. She tilted her head back, watching steam lift from her body as the cold water meet with heated skin. A soft sigh, closing her eyes, tears escaped to mix with the falling water. Her breathing became labored as sobs wracked her body, taking her down to her knees on the tiles. Cold water fell, but hot water pooled on the floor.
Eventually the tears ran out, Izira angered that she would feel so sorry for herself. She sat down, knees pulled up to her form. Eyes opened, the glass door to the shower was covered in mist and the shower was thick with steam. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale? the water that surrounded her started to lose its heat. Swallowing hard, head tilted back again. Cold, it was all cold. Izira closed her eyes again letting her body shiver with the feel of it.