Post by Lyric on Dec 19, 2008 11:54:06 GMT -7
The sweet silence of Shadows loomed just ahead and Lyric wouldn't allow the memory of Alpha weigh on her while she rested. It had been some three months since he left and she was tired of feeling the pain of it. Tired of the sorrow that pressed on her. Tired of being afraid. But most of all, she was tired of feeling a prisoner to her love for him.
It'd stop, and it'd stop now. She wouldn't spend her time in Shadows plagued by the past.
She'd come too far in this life to allow that. [/b]
Deep within the recesses of her closet, Lyric rummaged through box after box of old photos, letters, small ring boxes, all things gone but not forgotten. With each box searched, her mind drifted deeper and deeper into the life she once held so dear. It wasn't until she reached the very last box, in the furthest part of the closet did she finally stop.
Her fingers curled gingerly around the round box and pulled it into her lap. Lyric's fingers trailed lightly over the tightly wrapped twine that kept the box's contents secure deep with in the thick cardboard. This moment was a long time coming. Taking a deep breath, she tugged at the knotted twine. As the loosened cord fell away, she let go the breath she hadn't realised she held, in a light sigh, whispering to herself, "Just get it over with."
Staring at the still cloth wrapped heart of her once beloved, Lyric couldn't help but smile; though sadly. The past two years of her unlife were filled with ups and downs, and the final down, lay within the confines of the withered muscle. It was time she let go of it all and continue on. She got to her feet, with a low groan. It wasn't until she moved again, did Lyric realise she'd spent nearly six hours on her knees lost in memories.
With Alpha's heart cradled carefully against her chest, she passed through into the main room of her loft apartment. With each bare foot step she took, she could feel the lump in her throat grow ever larger. Slowing her progress toward closure. Toward her own freedom.
Awaiting her, and the symbol of her past was a small metal rubbish can and all the trappings of a woman scorned burning party. Stacked high on the near by coffee table were photos and letters from her Dragon, a bottle of his favourite, in her mind the most harsh vile liquid ever, vodka for fuel and a box of wooden matches. It all seemed so ritualistic, and cliché but she was determined to do it.
Lyric sat herself at the edge of her sofa, set the wrapped bundle beside the stack of photos and pulled the rubbish can closer. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and murmured to herself,
"Get it over with..."
Opening her eyes, she gave a short, matter of fact nod and reached for the letters first. They were, after all how it all began. If not for the letters, she and Alpha had traded so long ago, gods only know where they'd have ended up. Not even bothering to read what her fingers held, she dropped the tattered papers.
-Thunk-
In went the letters.
Leaning over, she lifted the stack of photos. On the top lay a picture of the old Dragon and she on their wedding night. Surrounded by family and smiling faces, they hardly noticed the crowd. The pair were utterly lost within each other. Closing her eyes, Lyric let go.
-Thump-
In went the photos.
Lifting the final piece of her concoction, she carefully unwrapped the dry, withered lump of flesh and dropped the torn, blood stained piece of shirt into the waste bin. For one long moment, she stared at her Dragon's heart as it lay cupped in her palms.
This was it.
The final good bye.
-Thud-
In went the heart of Mircea The Alpha Dragon Basarab.
With a sneer, Lyric took up the bottle of vodka and poured it over the contents of the metal can. Splash, after splash, glug after glug, she soaked the ruined remains of her past in the fuel meant to incinerate the last of her emotional baggage.
The bottle all but empty now, she lifted the clear glass to her lips and swallowed back the last of the heady liquid; cringing at the bitterness. Funny, it wasn't nearly as bitter as she remembered it to be. Setting the empty container aside, she lifted the box of matches. No turning back now.
Lyric pushed the box slowly open and lifted one crimson tipped wooden match. Holding her breath, she struck the match head against the side of the box and watched as spark became flame and danced to life in her finger tips; engulfing the now smouldering match head. "Don't think about it." She told herself in a quiet whisper.
-Woosh-
Flames roared to life before her. The fire spread quickly, scorching paper, cloth and flesh alike without prejudice. The flames crackled and hissed as it consumed her memories, burning away the last vestiges of her self imposed torment.
She stared deep into the fire, the flames dancing around the metal lip of the bin, bathing her flesh in a warm yellow-orange glow. Slowly, a soft, almost satisfied smile played across Lyric's lips.
"A prisoner, never again..."
It'd stop, and it'd stop now. She wouldn't spend her time in Shadows plagued by the past.
She'd come too far in this life to allow that. [/b]
Deep within the recesses of her closet, Lyric rummaged through box after box of old photos, letters, small ring boxes, all things gone but not forgotten. With each box searched, her mind drifted deeper and deeper into the life she once held so dear. It wasn't until she reached the very last box, in the furthest part of the closet did she finally stop.
Her fingers curled gingerly around the round box and pulled it into her lap. Lyric's fingers trailed lightly over the tightly wrapped twine that kept the box's contents secure deep with in the thick cardboard. This moment was a long time coming. Taking a deep breath, she tugged at the knotted twine. As the loosened cord fell away, she let go the breath she hadn't realised she held, in a light sigh, whispering to herself, "Just get it over with."
Staring at the still cloth wrapped heart of her once beloved, Lyric couldn't help but smile; though sadly. The past two years of her unlife were filled with ups and downs, and the final down, lay within the confines of the withered muscle. It was time she let go of it all and continue on. She got to her feet, with a low groan. It wasn't until she moved again, did Lyric realise she'd spent nearly six hours on her knees lost in memories.
With Alpha's heart cradled carefully against her chest, she passed through into the main room of her loft apartment. With each bare foot step she took, she could feel the lump in her throat grow ever larger. Slowing her progress toward closure. Toward her own freedom.
Awaiting her, and the symbol of her past was a small metal rubbish can and all the trappings of a woman scorned burning party. Stacked high on the near by coffee table were photos and letters from her Dragon, a bottle of his favourite, in her mind the most harsh vile liquid ever, vodka for fuel and a box of wooden matches. It all seemed so ritualistic, and cliché but she was determined to do it.
Lyric sat herself at the edge of her sofa, set the wrapped bundle beside the stack of photos and pulled the rubbish can closer. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and murmured to herself,
"Get it over with..."
Opening her eyes, she gave a short, matter of fact nod and reached for the letters first. They were, after all how it all began. If not for the letters, she and Alpha had traded so long ago, gods only know where they'd have ended up. Not even bothering to read what her fingers held, she dropped the tattered papers.
-Thunk-
In went the letters.
Leaning over, she lifted the stack of photos. On the top lay a picture of the old Dragon and she on their wedding night. Surrounded by family and smiling faces, they hardly noticed the crowd. The pair were utterly lost within each other. Closing her eyes, Lyric let go.
-Thump-
In went the photos.
Lifting the final piece of her concoction, she carefully unwrapped the dry, withered lump of flesh and dropped the torn, blood stained piece of shirt into the waste bin. For one long moment, she stared at her Dragon's heart as it lay cupped in her palms.
This was it.
The final good bye.
-Thud-
In went the heart of Mircea The Alpha Dragon Basarab.
With a sneer, Lyric took up the bottle of vodka and poured it over the contents of the metal can. Splash, after splash, glug after glug, she soaked the ruined remains of her past in the fuel meant to incinerate the last of her emotional baggage.
The bottle all but empty now, she lifted the clear glass to her lips and swallowed back the last of the heady liquid; cringing at the bitterness. Funny, it wasn't nearly as bitter as she remembered it to be. Setting the empty container aside, she lifted the box of matches. No turning back now.
Lyric pushed the box slowly open and lifted one crimson tipped wooden match. Holding her breath, she struck the match head against the side of the box and watched as spark became flame and danced to life in her finger tips; engulfing the now smouldering match head. "Don't think about it." She told herself in a quiet whisper.
-Woosh-
Flames roared to life before her. The fire spread quickly, scorching paper, cloth and flesh alike without prejudice. The flames crackled and hissed as it consumed her memories, burning away the last vestiges of her self imposed torment.
She stared deep into the fire, the flames dancing around the metal lip of the bin, bathing her flesh in a warm yellow-orange glow. Slowly, a soft, almost satisfied smile played across Lyric's lips.
"A prisoner, never again..."
