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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 6:29 pm
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Shaheen hadn't been doing much of anything these days. Except, of course, for mulling. Endless mulling about the past, about the present, about what the future might hold in store. Endless attempts to think past the whispers that hissed in her head, and when that didn't work, endless thoughts about her illness, her insanity, that try as she might to cleanse herself of it using distortion always came creeping back. Today she was completely lost in thought as she drifted around the sanctuary, barely even noticing when she left the encampment with it's tents and bustling bodies behind in favor of more open space, somewhere to let her wings stretch without worry that somebody would run into them and curse her out for their inconvenience.
There was a slight breeze today, and it was nice to feel it's touch upon her skin once she was away from the buildings and bodies that blocked it out. Still, however, she did not really pay much attention to where she went, her eyes unfocused as though listening to something.
And then, after what seemed like hours of aimless wandering she stopped, and blinked golden eyes set in darkness, giving her head a small shake before looking around. She appeared to have made her way to the lakeside, and when she let her gaze sweep around she caught sight of another, one with wings and a familiar look.
Yves.
She didn't hesitate to gravitate towards him, lowering herself on the grass next to him and flaring a wing to brush against his shoulders in greeting before letting it fold back against her.
No words were spoken, as he seemed pensive, and she was feeling much the same herself.
Until finally.
"I hate water."
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 7:02 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 12:56 am
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Shaheen shifted, her wings settling around her like a cloak as she continued to stare out across that water in silence. It was beautiful, in it's own ways, and she did not mind the scenery or the view. Her statement, however, seemed to have raised eyebrows from her quiet companion, his question in return enough to lip her lips up into a smirk.
"My father would hold me under water when I was young, if I didn't do things to his level of standards or approval. He would hold me under, until my vision blurred and my head swam and my lungs burned for oxygen, and then, sometimes, if he was feeling more kind then usual, he would haul me out before things went too far. Other times, I was forced to endure the sensation of trying to breathe, of my lungs filling with water, on the edge of blacking out or dissipating, before he would bring me back."
She pursed her lips then, the smirk fading as the full weight of her words settled over her, and her gaze dropped down to her arms, which were quite suddenly covered in goosebumps.
"That and I am a terrible swimmer." She admitted with a small chuckle, as if attempting to lighten the mood.
"He came back, you know. My father." She said, as she looked back up to Yves. "Medea returned some of the fallen to us, and my father was among them. Do you know how much I wish he could be one of those still missing?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 9:08 am
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"My mother as well." Shaheen nodded to his question. "But as far as I am aware...that is all. Though you know well enough that my parents led a very...secluded lifestyle. They did not have time for their siblings or parents, too wrapped up in their own press for power and advantage. I doubt I would even recognize my aunts, uncles, and cousins if I passed right by them." She gave her head a small shake, her gaze rising to the sky, as in the distance she could see small, dark shapes of those of war flying through the air, probably practicing aerial combat, judging by the way the shapes swooped in near each other, and then broke apart. "And you? Your family?"
"I know that. They have already made the attempt to reign in under their control and...." She paused, turning towards him with a smirk as suddenly, her mood seemed to shift, an amused look in her eyes. "You will never guess who came to my rescue."
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 4:55 pm
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Shaheen watched the stone as it skipped across the water, a small smile playing along her lips, though it faded when he admitted to being the only one left of his own family. Leaning towards him, in a motion that was familiar and perhaps reminiscent of their childhood days, she placed her head against his shoulder, eyes rolling up towards him while her eyebrows rose.
"You still have me? Am I not like a sister to you?" She asked, her tone mild before she pulled herself away and straightened, smiling again in an attempt to cheer him up, and in response to his question.
"Yes. But you have to guess!"
Sometimes, rarely, Shaheen could be such a child.
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