I found this while going though all my old files, and was all; Hey! This wasn’t posted here! WAAAAT? So, here it is..
(On a different note, I really need to think happy thoughts, THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS DARN YOU.)
I couldn’t find a good title for this little tidbit… what should I do? HAELP.
She sat in her plush, overstuffed seat, curled in onto herself into a depressed ball, slowly counting the seconds that gone by, watching the clock’s hand move with a resounding click. Other than that, the silence was absolute, and nothing but the clock challenged it. Silken raven hair fell across her face, but it was paid little heed, the room too dark, too devoid of anything animated. Oh, how she wanted to step outside the cage, outside of the walls that surrounded her!
But she won’t, she can’t for her brother’s sake, who sacrificed so much to keep her from the plotting royals who would circle her like a pack of starved wolves, who himself had plunged headfirst into that flock of decorated vultures, waiting to rip your throat out.
Even if she missed seeing the ocean, even if she missed feeling the wind on her face, missed the sound of waves crashing against jagged rocks, missed smelling the fields of wildflowers that grew around their old estate, she would bear it all, so his sacrifice would not be in vain.
She wanted to run outside and scream “I’m here! I’m alive!” just so she could see the deep pools of obsidian again, the orbs’ darkness a much preferred alternative to the black of the room.
She was selfish, so, so selfish. She didn’t care that people will die if she was discovered; all she wanted was to leap into the arms of the brother that cared for her so many years alone.
But she won’t.
Because he told her to
Because Brother was always right.
=w= you see the need for happy thoughts?