Lonesome Hill (c)
Apr 2, 2015 19:55:02 GMT -5
Post by East on Apr 2, 2015 19:55:02 GMT -5
THEN THE ANGEL ASKED HER WHAT HER NAME WAS
SHE SAID I HAVE NONE
It was dark when Lyall reached the stables, moving as a stooped and beastly shadow into one of the buildings. It was sturdily built, battered though it was from years of harsh weather and the unexpected hurricane. A wide aisle stretched out with stalls on either side and the new officer walked down it, breathing in the stale smell. She hid her pale eyes by closing her lids, lingering on the thought of nothing, just the smell of hay and the gentle rustle of wind before everything returned; all that had happened and all that was to come. Emotion swelled in her chest fit to burst, a culmination of all she suppressed and it was a frightening feeling for the reserved Lyall. The golden giant inhaled shakily and exhaled smoothly, steadying herself to meet with her father.
Lyall hadn't seen him since Leonidas had revealed the devastating truth of what really happened to Celeste. But she knew was that he frequented the stables when he wanted to be alone and that she had to confront him, sooner rather than later, lest she went mad. It ran in the family, after all.
She felt shaken to her core. She'd isolated herself and tried to bury it and cut off until she resumed control but it was too much, only festering in her solitude and bred ill thought and feeling. Lyall couldn't sleep and felt there was nowhere to turn, when she burnt her bridges rather than allow them to get her across. For once, maybe the first time, she realized that she couldn't cope. Lyall dragged herself through everything that was thrown her way and always rose to a stand at the end, to prove to herself that she was strong enough, that she could endure it all-- to prove to her father. Anything Caymus had done that might have warranted negative feeling, Lyall suppressed.
He was her hero, he always had been. The image might have lost some of its shine over the years but she refused to let it be broken. Even now, Lyall didn't want to believe it. Maybe she didn't. If there was even the slightest chance that it wasn't true, she wanted to take and hold onto it with her life. Even if, in her heart, she knew it was. So Lyall waited for him, standing at the end of the aisle restlessly. If he didn't come tonight, it would be another night; as many as it would take until she could look him in the eye and know the truth.THEN HE ASKED HOW CAN THIS BE
MY FATHER NEVER GAVE ME ONE