(Untitled)

[norolinde]

'm in my room. Hungry. Scared.

Alone.

::eyes the bed from her spot on the floor:: I wish I could sleep in it. I wish I thought I was worthy of it.

::pulls her sleeves down further over her bandaged arms:: Stupid to wish, I guess. Nothing to do but wait.

Comments

[gorlim]

His twisted mind had, after some hours of clambering, scuttling, climbing, falling, and general wandering, latched onto an idea that gnawed at him like a persistent..... angelfish.

What? Angelfish are NASTY little biuggers! They STALK you!

Anyway, after sending Firi to her room, promising he would take care of himself and whatnot, he had crept to Norolinde's room with the intention of acquiring some small trinket of hers, a handkerchief perhaps, to carry with him in hopes that something owned by her would naturally be drawn to her.

It hadn't worked with Eilinel, but she had been dead. Norolinde was not. She COULDN'T be...

And so, still dressed in his travelling cloak and damp with the dew, he opens her door and freezes in place, staring at the ghostly figure within.

Norolinde...?

[ladyfiriel]

*She follows quietly, watching over Gorlim.

Hearing Norolinde's name, she stops in the hall, holding back*

[norolinde]

At hearing the voice that has haunted her dreams for the past few nights and days, Norolinde looks up in fear. At seeing Gorlim, her eyes widen before she shuts them tightly, dropping her head so he cannot see her face. She isn't worthy to look at him -- at least that's what *she* thinks.

My . . . my lord.

[gorlim]

*He runs to her and falls to his knees before her. Taking her hands in his, he kisses her fingers*

Forgive me, my lady. I beg you... forgive me. *he looks up at her, his eyes shining with tears* Hurt me if you must, aye, with all the knives of ice your cold eyes can turn upon me, or your words sting me. But do not leave me again. That torture I could not bear.

*he sees her bandages, and knits his brow with concern* What have you done...?

[lastpuppeteer]

...Wow.
You win. Both of you.