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

RE Flectere Si Equeo Superos, Achaeronta Movebo NoxRogue To say that there was a bite in the air around them would be a sheer understatement. Even through her own heavy coat, she could feel it and though the fire before them was supposed to quell that chill, she found that it had done next to nothing for her. However, it wasnt the coldest night she had endured. Emerald green eyes shifted behind tussled sandy blonde hair. She felt her expression fall. His hands turned towards the fire, the vacant expression. An expression she had seen nearly a thousand times before. He was thinking about her. Thinking about the past. No matter how many times she had tried to ease his mind it always wandered there. Dangling dangerously between the righteous man and the guilty. Its cold tonight almost foreboding. Shed spoken aloud. However, she could tell he hadnt heard her. His past plagued him It wasnt to say that the pale woman couldnt relate. She had delicate skin that lit up beneath the fires glow, like porcelain, and she was petite in form, although in quite good shape. She had to be, being a gypsy and whatnot. And the more she pondered over her partners contemplative state, the more she felt herself sinking into her own past as the fire seemed to roar around then. She hugged the heavy fur coat around herself, blocking the petite figure from the bite of the air. He would have said the fur coat suit her, her expression suited her. Not her companion but her brother. She had been rather well off when she was younger, she and her eldest brother Dominiri. Her mother had been a housewife, but her father a rather well known doctor. He had developed a name for himself and his wealth, concocting cures and dedicating all the time he could offer to the needy and wealthy alike. However, fame like that does not often go unnoticed. And although the first fourteen years of her life had been wonderful, pampered years, nothing could have prepared her for what fate had in store. She remembered the day as if it had been yesterday, her father leaving with her mother to travel to the city. Of course, being the strong headed girl that she had been, she was determined that she could handle being on her own. Who wanted to go everywhere with their parents anymore? Had she known theyd not be coming back things may have ended differently. After two weeks without their parents, she and Dominiri finally retrieved a notice form the state. Their parents had gone missing, and with them had gone the rights to the estate and any wealth they may have had, leaving the fourteen year old girl and the seventeen year old boy to fend for themselves. Scared, and very upset, the blonde haired green eyed girl started off throwing fits. Making a mockery of herself, thrashing against her brother until she could feel the tears drying against her cheek and her knees weakening. He had never faulted her, though. Had never looked down upon her, or chastised her for being so angry. He merely stayed with her, did everything he could to make sure that they would have a roof over their heads and food in their mouths day by day. A job at the butcher here the bakery there. It was difficult indeed to find someone who would hire one so young. But he found a way, all for her. Two years into this terrible travesty, he left her in the cozy of a cot theyd been given by one of Dominiris bosses. Assuring her he would return soon, and with food. Something more than just bread and rice. She, of course, complied. Shed grown up quite a bit, after all, from the bratty little sister she had been before. However, two days passed, and then three and then four and before she knew it, a month had passed and she had not seen hide nor hair of her brother. In her heart she knew something terrible had happened to him. Knew that he would never be coming home to her. And though she knew this in her heart, her mind and body would not so easily admit that defeat. And she set out traveling. Eating when she could. She wouldnt have been able to tell you where she was going She honestly didnt know. The wind blew and her feet followed, and her thoughts kept her mind weary. She was unsure of what shed hoped she would find but she would look. Look until her feet bled. Long lashes lowered as the woman pinched her eyes closed and cowered in the face of a particularly unfriendly gust of wind. Shaking her head, and hopefully the thoughts with it, she looked back to her pale companion, and a soft smile tugged at full lips. A somewhat comforting smile, something to tell him that it was alright, that she was there, and that he was not suffering alone. Tucking her arms into the jacket, she lowered her head, letting her eyes to little more than follow the flames that danced before them.