Thread: flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo (NoxRogue)

RE Flectere Si Equeo Superos, Achaeronta Movebo NoxRogue Liliana had spoken with him, idly here and there. The woman, her previous companion, offered little in the way of conversation. However, their closeness, previous closeness, should have been more than obvious. The woman clung to Liliana, as if she were going to lead her to some sort of salvation. Hummed songs that she often urged Liliana to hum as well, and lastly, she kept her fingers tangled in with the blondes at all times. Stroking her thumb over the fingers it could reach, humming little songs, singing to Liliana, but only in the form of little pet names. Lily, Annie, Ana. None of which Liliana was fond of, but all of which she tolerated. And after the three day journey, and the woman was finally taken off of her hands, Liliana felt a sadness, similar to that same sadness shed felt long ago. That completely isolated feeling. Both of some kind of regret and relief. And this was when he spoke, when she first noticed he had been watching her so closely. She turned her head towards him, sad eyes strengthening themselves in the face of a stranger. Well, an acquaintance. She frowned at his willingness to leave her so suddenly. Although, she saw a sadness, a callousness in those sapphire eyes that even she herself could not begin to fathom. She turned towards him. Wait She stopped him. She was unsure of what it was about this man, this sadness that she could not understand, but surely felt from him, drew her to him. Even after he had attacked her that night. That fateful night. Where are you going? Why is this a road you must travel alone? She questioned, approaching him slowly. The fur cloak she wore just barely kept from the ground, and it closed around a green dress, both elegant and seductive in nature. She listened to him explain his story, why he felt he must go it alone before light colored brows furrowed. Then, perhaps you should consider me extending my hand? With my experience, food and shelter will be of no consequence. And I fear far worse the dangers I face alone then the dangers I would face at the side of another She licked her lips and stopped in front of him. Weve all lost something, something important. For years Ive traveled, with no destination. No goal. When my brother disappeared, what I knew it my mind, I would not accept in my heart. I follow a trail that falsely promises it will lead to him, when I know he has long since been away from this world Let me help you. Give me a path to follow. Take me with you. Once more, she was not sure of what it was of him that pulled to her. But her chest tightened, screamed out for him. Screamed out to comfort him, to carry his burden for him, to carry him should the need be. The hair on her arms and the back of her neck stood in anticipation. No was not an answer that Liliana was prepared to accept. Nor was she going to accept it. And those emerald green eyes that stared into his own sapphire irises were sympathetic, and were determined. He had saved her, from quite an untimely end, should she had met it there. The least she owed him was her companionship. And inwardly, she knew she did not want to be alone. Liliana felt that he, once he became used to companionship once more, would not want to be without it again. There was something about losing someone dear to you, that made you yearn for closeness. With strangers, with family or friends. A yearning that no traveling, liquor or sex would ever fulfill. And she felt it in him, felt it radiating from him. The same way it radiated from her.