Post by Kara Viridian on Oct 5, 2008 10:39:45 GMT -8
After all this time, there it was: her apology. She’d longed for the day he’d give her even a semblance of an ‘I’m sorry’…and that day had finally come. He uttered more words than Kara wanted, the more words he spoke, it dug her deeper into a hole of pity for him. She hadn’t even seen his face full on, but she knew that after all of this time and misery there was more than likely a gaunt to it. The former auror knew that Jaleth was no man for sentiment and weakness, but here he was now, opening himself up to a vulnerable state, somewhat begging for forgiveness for the time he tore her apart, left her for another woman, mercilessly. Amusing it was, however, to hear that he was admitting his fault in letting Amana’s words take him away from everything that Kara was -- as well as his explanation that he had been paying for his horrible deeds these many years she hoped he was suffering.
The courier sighed. ”Your punishment?”
Kara looked down, shaking her head gently. She kept fighting back tears but it was useless. A few slipped past her eyelids and slithered down her cheeks, the liquid shimmering in the light as she finally looked up. His judgment was in her hands now, it seemed like he needed her forgiveness to move on. Kara was definitely reluctant to give him what she wanted, though. Oh, how the battle inside her raged on. It took a great deal of contemplation between her two halves; One, she didn’t feel satisfied giving him her forgiveness just yet…ten years didn’t seem like it was enough. The other half knew that if she looked upon him, saw how crushed and sincere he was looking to match his heartfelt words she would have no choice to but forgive him.
In a swift, graceful and flowing movement, Kara turned, her cloak whooshing behind her as she did. Finally, her gaze rest upon his face which she had hoped was also staring back at her. Jaleth was indeed not the man she remembered, young, color of life in his features, strapping, poised. No. He definitely had changed. Though still recognizable and handsome in her eyes, it was noticeable that he was torn in the time away from her. ”Jaleth, all I wanted was you. Then. Back then, I was young too and obviously foolish enough to think that you were going to be the man I was going to marry. Instead I was left for dead, so to speak, without a feasible excuse other than you wanting to travel -- and you…you blindly send out some message just to find out if I’m alive?”
Huffing a laugh, Kara shook her head as she closed in the distance between her and her ghost of love’s past, her eyes intense as she remained her gaze upon the Charms’ professor. ”My only vengeance that I seek is to those who have killed or kidnapped any of my family or comrades and destroy them myself. You, my dear, have been nothing to me for ten years and may be for ten years to pass -- unless you give me one good reason why I should just forgive you, and spare you right here and now because as far as I‘m concerned, you killed me a long time ago when you left me for that bitch who is now dead, and rightly so.”
Her words, she hoped, would sting like venom. Vindictive she was not, but in pain, she had been. Kara didn’t like being tricked or writhing in pain for years without end. Sure, she was finding a bit of closure having seen Jaleth now, but she was spitting out words that were the brainchildren of her inner halves, her conscience beating her up from the inside. ”My father has been dead, my mother murdered, my best friend -- you tell me, goes missing and after all of the people I have lost, the scars I wear from a battle fought for naught…I might have a bounty on my head and you tell me that your life is so hard? Punished by teaching at this emptied school?”
Kara’s amber eyes flickered in the firelight.
The courier sighed. ”Your punishment?”
Kara looked down, shaking her head gently. She kept fighting back tears but it was useless. A few slipped past her eyelids and slithered down her cheeks, the liquid shimmering in the light as she finally looked up. His judgment was in her hands now, it seemed like he needed her forgiveness to move on. Kara was definitely reluctant to give him what she wanted, though. Oh, how the battle inside her raged on. It took a great deal of contemplation between her two halves; One, she didn’t feel satisfied giving him her forgiveness just yet…ten years didn’t seem like it was enough. The other half knew that if she looked upon him, saw how crushed and sincere he was looking to match his heartfelt words she would have no choice to but forgive him.
In a swift, graceful and flowing movement, Kara turned, her cloak whooshing behind her as she did. Finally, her gaze rest upon his face which she had hoped was also staring back at her. Jaleth was indeed not the man she remembered, young, color of life in his features, strapping, poised. No. He definitely had changed. Though still recognizable and handsome in her eyes, it was noticeable that he was torn in the time away from her. ”Jaleth, all I wanted was you. Then. Back then, I was young too and obviously foolish enough to think that you were going to be the man I was going to marry. Instead I was left for dead, so to speak, without a feasible excuse other than you wanting to travel -- and you…you blindly send out some message just to find out if I’m alive?”
Huffing a laugh, Kara shook her head as she closed in the distance between her and her ghost of love’s past, her eyes intense as she remained her gaze upon the Charms’ professor. ”My only vengeance that I seek is to those who have killed or kidnapped any of my family or comrades and destroy them myself. You, my dear, have been nothing to me for ten years and may be for ten years to pass -- unless you give me one good reason why I should just forgive you, and spare you right here and now because as far as I‘m concerned, you killed me a long time ago when you left me for that bitch who is now dead, and rightly so.”
Her words, she hoped, would sting like venom. Vindictive she was not, but in pain, she had been. Kara didn’t like being tricked or writhing in pain for years without end. Sure, she was finding a bit of closure having seen Jaleth now, but she was spitting out words that were the brainchildren of her inner halves, her conscience beating her up from the inside. ”My father has been dead, my mother murdered, my best friend -- you tell me, goes missing and after all of the people I have lost, the scars I wear from a battle fought for naught…I might have a bounty on my head and you tell me that your life is so hard? Punished by teaching at this emptied school?”
Kara’s amber eyes flickered in the firelight.