Post by Katastrophe St. John on Dec 19, 2008 16:05:23 GMT -7
There was a longing that pulled at Katastrophe from her past. Something had been left unsettled and it made her ache; left her wondering if she’d made the right choices for herself. The piress generally seemed so sure of herself to the point of looking self-righteous, but now, she was anything but certain. She felt ill at ease.
Arias Talon was a good ‘pire, honorable, and caring, but very set in his ways. He’d been alone for centuries and Katastrophe was constantly reminded of that. He wasn’t quite the doting husband she knew others had, but being showered with diamonds and thousands of flowers wasn’t something she was desperate for. It was his attentions she desired.
Standing on the balcony of their home, Katastrophe contemplated much of the past year, trying to figure out exactly how she’d come to be where she now stood. A rustling of leaves below caught her eye and she stared absently at them as they blew around in a miniature cyclone, as if chasing after one another in some silly child’s game, dancing in the moonlight. She hadn’t noticed the cold air until just then and pulled her coat tighter around herself. Arias would laugh at her. “Still so human,” he would say. But was she truly? Or was he just anything but? Had humanity ever resided within her husband?
Still, there she stood, married to a vampire who might be better suited to being alone. And that gnawing of the past would continue to eat at her. It was only a matter of time before this unraveling would leave torn threads for her to contend with.
It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the time they spent together, but in all honesty, it was brief, and she felt ignored, uncared for. Having spent a recent evening discussing with Rodargo what it was like to be taken for granted, she wondered if that’s exactly what was going on between her and her husband. Was he taking her for granted, or did she just not understand him? In truth, neither of them knew each other very well when they were bound almost five months ago, but somehow, they both felt it right… at the time. Was it still right?
Plagued by these constant questions, she still stood staring at the ground and the leaves that had become still. The wind had instead made it’s way up to her, blowing her blond curls out about her shoulders and making her squeeze her coat tighter to her.
She needed time to think, tranquility while she pondered her past and her impending future. Rest, she needed rest. Katastrophe had lost enough blood as of late that it wouldn’t be difficult for her to take a self-imposed torpor. But she’d never been one to do such things. With her husband away much, he’d hardly miss her. Still almost estranged from her new family, they’d not likely notice her absence either.
And so, with that in mind, she left the balcony and closed their doors behind her. Her hair settled back in place on her shoulders as she looked about the bedroom she shared with Arias. The house was quiet, the servants hardly ever stirring at this time of night. A long rest was sounding better and better as she was reminded of the children’s tale, ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, and the particular line that said, “…had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.” And so, here she would take her own winter’s nap.
Katastrophe removed her coat and laid it on the antique, navy chaise just a few steps across the room from their bed. She shed her clothes, gathering up the crumpled heap to toss into the laundry hamper inside their closet. She then retrieved her favorite dressing gown from the dresser. The material was a soft white color and partly sheer. It’s what she wore during her previous torpor as she recovered from numerous burns following the war she fought with Scions of the Phoenix vs. the D’dary. Bare feet padded over to the writing desk that sat just inches from the balcony doors. She often liked to sit and write while being able to look out at the view they provided. Retrieving a pen and a pale blue piece of stationary, she wrote out a small note to her husband, knowing that he’d worry when he found he was unable to wake her. She’d learned full well how to put herself into a comatose state and not wake from it until she intended. And now was the first time she’d put it to use. Katastrophe folded the note in half and wrote Arias’s name on it, then propped it against the little desk lamp where she knew he’d find it.
Her body had already begun to ache as she mentally and physically prepared herself before even climbing into the comfort of her bed. Pulling the sheets and duvet back over her, she sighed softly, turning her head to take in the scent of her husband’s pillow. But just seconds before passing out, he wasn’t the last she thought of.
Her mind quieted.
Her vampire heart slowed.
She was at peace… for now.
Arias Talon was a good ‘pire, honorable, and caring, but very set in his ways. He’d been alone for centuries and Katastrophe was constantly reminded of that. He wasn’t quite the doting husband she knew others had, but being showered with diamonds and thousands of flowers wasn’t something she was desperate for. It was his attentions she desired.
Standing on the balcony of their home, Katastrophe contemplated much of the past year, trying to figure out exactly how she’d come to be where she now stood. A rustling of leaves below caught her eye and she stared absently at them as they blew around in a miniature cyclone, as if chasing after one another in some silly child’s game, dancing in the moonlight. She hadn’t noticed the cold air until just then and pulled her coat tighter around herself. Arias would laugh at her. “Still so human,” he would say. But was she truly? Or was he just anything but? Had humanity ever resided within her husband?
Still, there she stood, married to a vampire who might be better suited to being alone. And that gnawing of the past would continue to eat at her. It was only a matter of time before this unraveling would leave torn threads for her to contend with.
It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the time they spent together, but in all honesty, it was brief, and she felt ignored, uncared for. Having spent a recent evening discussing with Rodargo what it was like to be taken for granted, she wondered if that’s exactly what was going on between her and her husband. Was he taking her for granted, or did she just not understand him? In truth, neither of them knew each other very well when they were bound almost five months ago, but somehow, they both felt it right… at the time. Was it still right?
Plagued by these constant questions, she still stood staring at the ground and the leaves that had become still. The wind had instead made it’s way up to her, blowing her blond curls out about her shoulders and making her squeeze her coat tighter to her.
She needed time to think, tranquility while she pondered her past and her impending future. Rest, she needed rest. Katastrophe had lost enough blood as of late that it wouldn’t be difficult for her to take a self-imposed torpor. But she’d never been one to do such things. With her husband away much, he’d hardly miss her. Still almost estranged from her new family, they’d not likely notice her absence either.
And so, with that in mind, she left the balcony and closed their doors behind her. Her hair settled back in place on her shoulders as she looked about the bedroom she shared with Arias. The house was quiet, the servants hardly ever stirring at this time of night. A long rest was sounding better and better as she was reminded of the children’s tale, ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, and the particular line that said, “…had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.” And so, here she would take her own winter’s nap.
Katastrophe removed her coat and laid it on the antique, navy chaise just a few steps across the room from their bed. She shed her clothes, gathering up the crumpled heap to toss into the laundry hamper inside their closet. She then retrieved her favorite dressing gown from the dresser. The material was a soft white color and partly sheer. It’s what she wore during her previous torpor as she recovered from numerous burns following the war she fought with Scions of the Phoenix vs. the D’dary. Bare feet padded over to the writing desk that sat just inches from the balcony doors. She often liked to sit and write while being able to look out at the view they provided. Retrieving a pen and a pale blue piece of stationary, she wrote out a small note to her husband, knowing that he’d worry when he found he was unable to wake her. She’d learned full well how to put herself into a comatose state and not wake from it until she intended. And now was the first time she’d put it to use. Katastrophe folded the note in half and wrote Arias’s name on it, then propped it against the little desk lamp where she knew he’d find it.
Her body had already begun to ache as she mentally and physically prepared herself before even climbing into the comfort of her bed. Pulling the sheets and duvet back over her, she sighed softly, turning her head to take in the scent of her husband’s pillow. But just seconds before passing out, he wasn’t the last she thought of.
Her mind quieted.
Her vampire heart slowed.
She was at peace… for now.