04-30-2014, 07:30 PM
Katya's transformation was amazing. Dane watched her fight for strength with rapt attention. She was ghostly and worn. A sheen of sweat glistened her brow. The urge to put a finger to her trembling lips pulled strong. Dane was a keen actor of normal, but there was blood in the water now, and the need to pretend grew less and less important. He stared.
Thalia remained a sweet caretaker for the sickly girl. The stern press of her voice was an unexpected contrast to the soft ripples of her demeanor. He wanted to take Thalia's hand and use it to push the hair back from Katya's face. He wanted to help Thalia take care of the girl, and show her what to do; comforting distraught women filled much of the time he shared with them.
As more and more voices lifted, and more fingers swept grandiose gestures across the windows, Dane had to acknowledge that he had seen something himself. Enmity for Katya, and the compulsive need to possess Thalia were hard obsessions to suppress, but Dane found his neck twisting around this way and that like so many others.
Another shadow slung a slender limb and Dane whipped his eyes toward it, yet again missed full sight of the creature. He grew more and more furious of its evasion.
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. The gentlemanly softness he wore like a scarf was discarded in favor of a hawk-like sharpness to his focus. With the focus, torment and fury followed, and suddenly his world illuminated bright as summer sun. Invincibility raged through his chest, and he slowly took to his feet.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Apr 30 2014, 07:31 PM.
Thalia remained a sweet caretaker for the sickly girl. The stern press of her voice was an unexpected contrast to the soft ripples of her demeanor. He wanted to take Thalia's hand and use it to push the hair back from Katya's face. He wanted to help Thalia take care of the girl, and show her what to do; comforting distraught women filled much of the time he shared with them.
As more and more voices lifted, and more fingers swept grandiose gestures across the windows, Dane had to acknowledge that he had seen something himself. Enmity for Katya, and the compulsive need to possess Thalia were hard obsessions to suppress, but Dane found his neck twisting around this way and that like so many others.
Another shadow slung a slender limb and Dane whipped his eyes toward it, yet again missed full sight of the creature. He grew more and more furious of its evasion.
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. The gentlemanly softness he wore like a scarf was discarded in favor of a hawk-like sharpness to his focus. With the focus, torment and fury followed, and suddenly his world illuminated bright as summer sun. Invincibility raged through his chest, and he slowly took to his feet.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Apr 30 2014, 07:31 PM.