"Jacinta, Death is not such a horrible thing to face is it?"
"I do not fear it."
"You do. I can smell it on your skin. Taste it on your flesh. It is delicious."
The whispers teased her mind, threaded in dreams to become nightmares. Ocean blue eyes snapped open as she pushed up to her elbows and looked around the room. Empty. Her breath exhaled a sigh of relief as she eased out of the bed and paced to the window.
Something unsettled.Why after all these years, after she had been forgiven and judged would she be reminded of the night she was cursed.
To live as a human. To die as one. To learn what it was like to carry disease. She had been dying. So many years sick and the con artist knew not what to do with death and dying.
These things were not typical for the Sidhe to understand. Death was a present factor of course but never like this. Never like that.
Illness had all but broken her wild spirit. Perhaps that was why she had been given such a judgement.
To be broken.
Hand found a way through the Fox Red of her hair and blinked when her hand brushed up against a bit of material. A withdraw of the floral headband and she chuckled to herself, shaking her head as she left it on the night stand.
She couldn't be broken any more.
Jacinta long had been forgiven in so many forms and fashions, long had been healed from that pain and illness, but her heart was another matter entirely.
Melancholy would not be there for her but it was a bittersweet hour. She felt it in her skin, the press of winter's approach.
It would weaken her. She couldn't afford to be weak. Not with Tierney's hours coming soon to spread and grow. The last time Tierney's hours had come, Roisin near had died.
Jacinta couldn't risk the same for herself, for her friends, for Spade. For any of them.
Broken.
No she would no longer be that way. It was time to heal, time to be strong.
Time to realize that sometimes chasing a love that left you and then found its way back to you, sometimes was just another weapon in the hands of a man.
A slow kill.
Fairies weren't meant to love humans. It would damn them all in the end.
Jacinta dressed in silence, the four walls seemed uncomfortable now. Pulling on a jacket she stepped out in the early morning hours, an old sea chanty dying on her lips before it could even come.
Where was she going? She had no idea. Sometimes... it just didn't matter
"I do not fear it."
"You do. I can smell it on your skin. Taste it on your flesh. It is delicious."
The whispers teased her mind, threaded in dreams to become nightmares. Ocean blue eyes snapped open as she pushed up to her elbows and looked around the room. Empty. Her breath exhaled a sigh of relief as she eased out of the bed and paced to the window.
Something unsettled.Why after all these years, after she had been forgiven and judged would she be reminded of the night she was cursed.
To live as a human. To die as one. To learn what it was like to carry disease. She had been dying. So many years sick and the con artist knew not what to do with death and dying.
These things were not typical for the Sidhe to understand. Death was a present factor of course but never like this. Never like that.
Illness had all but broken her wild spirit. Perhaps that was why she had been given such a judgement.
To be broken.
Hand found a way through the Fox Red of her hair and blinked when her hand brushed up against a bit of material. A withdraw of the floral headband and she chuckled to herself, shaking her head as she left it on the night stand.
She couldn't be broken any more.
Jacinta long had been forgiven in so many forms and fashions, long had been healed from that pain and illness, but her heart was another matter entirely.
Melancholy would not be there for her but it was a bittersweet hour. She felt it in her skin, the press of winter's approach.
It would weaken her. She couldn't afford to be weak. Not with Tierney's hours coming soon to spread and grow. The last time Tierney's hours had come, Roisin near had died.
Jacinta couldn't risk the same for herself, for her friends, for Spade. For any of them.
Broken.
No she would no longer be that way. It was time to heal, time to be strong.
Time to realize that sometimes chasing a love that left you and then found its way back to you, sometimes was just another weapon in the hands of a man.
A slow kill.
Fairies weren't meant to love humans. It would damn them all in the end.
Jacinta dressed in silence, the four walls seemed uncomfortable now. Pulling on a jacket she stepped out in the early morning hours, an old sea chanty dying on her lips before it could even come.
Where was she going? She had no idea. Sometimes... it just didn't matter