18.Oct.13, 07:09 AM
Elisel shrunk away at first, but as long second after second passed, she realized he would not hurt her. She didn't want to trust him. She didn't want to think that it was all going to be okay; it certainly didn't feel that way. But she needed to believe in something, or she was going to drown and die. And this A'liran seemed as much as something to believe in as anything. Taking a deep breath, she slowly came forward, taking the time to stand using the wall.
She was still nervous - he seemed so angry, and the last thing she wanted to see was more violence. The thought of another rough grab, a swing made her shiver, and she took a deep breath, trying to push the fear away. If she let the anxiety take over...well, she couldn't worry about it. Right now, she had to force herself to just stand and follow. She was hoping the process of getting up and walking would fight back the urge to just lie down and never get up again.
As she slowly stood, she realized her shirt was a problem. When she had...she winced, and she tried again. When it happened, he'd just ripped her tunic open. With A'liran's reaction to the damage on the surface, she was reluctant to let him see the bruises beneath. She didn't want to see them herself. All of her ached, and it just made her miserable. "Um...A'liran..." The name was pretty, and she focused on that thought. It kept her calm.
"May I borrow your coat, A'liran?" She stood in the shadows of the hall, holding the biggest section of fabric over her chest and abdomen. She glanced down, wincing at the openness. It was embarrassing, and it hurt, on many levels. She glanced around uneasily and begin to slowly follow after A'liran, unsure where they could go that would be "safe". He was out there, after all.
She was still nervous - he seemed so angry, and the last thing she wanted to see was more violence. The thought of another rough grab, a swing made her shiver, and she took a deep breath, trying to push the fear away. If she let the anxiety take over...well, she couldn't worry about it. Right now, she had to force herself to just stand and follow. She was hoping the process of getting up and walking would fight back the urge to just lie down and never get up again.
As she slowly stood, she realized her shirt was a problem. When she had...she winced, and she tried again. When it happened, he'd just ripped her tunic open. With A'liran's reaction to the damage on the surface, she was reluctant to let him see the bruises beneath. She didn't want to see them herself. All of her ached, and it just made her miserable. "Um...A'liran..." The name was pretty, and she focused on that thought. It kept her calm.
"May I borrow your coat, A'liran?" She stood in the shadows of the hall, holding the biggest section of fabric over her chest and abdomen. She glanced down, wincing at the openness. It was embarrassing, and it hurt, on many levels. She glanced around uneasily and begin to slowly follow after A'liran, unsure where they could go that would be "safe". He was out there, after all.