Post by Kyrie Blaze on Dec 30, 2013 20:30:50 GMT -8
Before making her way back home, Kyrie had went back to the War Room to finish her paperwork. Putting her will into focusing on her task, it wasn't long before she had finished and her mind was free to wander again. And wander it did as she walked up the path to the house...that she owned. Given, yes, by David.
But it was hers.
More and more it was hers.
Her steps were careful and quiet as she slipped up the front porch to test the door and step inside after finding it unlocked. Her sister was home. She slipped inside and shut the door just as quietly as she'd opened it. Poking her head around the corner and seeing the flicker of candlelight, she watched as her sister passed a pen over a sheaf of paper, writing...well, she didn't know. She had a cup of still-steaming tea on the table with her, and a smile curved her lips. Kyrie turned, leaving Arianna to her work.
Up, up, up the stairs she went and turned into her room. Shutting the door, the tiny woman leaned her back against it and allowed her gaze to travel around the room.
She stripped out of her gear as easily as she breathed--which was, right now, with some difficulty. Her ribs were well on their way to healing. Next week it was likely they wouldn't bother her very much. Pulling on shorts and slowly pulling all of the buttons together on her light plaid shirt she used at night, Kyrie slid and curled up at the foot of her bed, looking out at all the faint lights glinting in the sky above.
Her eyes stung.
'...you really had to call her out, did you not..? Even you knew you were digging yourself a shallow grave you were not ready to lie in, then...and certainly not now.'
So why?
There were so many reasons why. The first and most prominent was that she was in love with David. As much as that meant she wanted to be with him and wanted him to choose her...it meant she was fiercely protective and would defend him 'til the end. He...had been happy with her until he'd found out about the extent and depth of the little blonde's feelings for him. It wasn't for Olesya at that point...not really. But it was definitely for the young little girl that came in a package with Olesya. She knew what it was like to completely lose her family...and in a way, the blonde had felt responsible for Olesya's outburst--which was absolutely ridiculous.
But how else was she supposed to feel when she was the one who was stepping on the white-blonde's toes?
It wasn't for Olesya...yet it was.
Because the thing was, that Kyrie hoped if she was ever in such a situation...that someone else would give her a second chance, too. That someone would care that much.
Because it was Kyrie, it seemed to her, that would give everything for those around her. In the end, she would likely give her life so those she loved could have a future. Like her elder sister, sitting downstairs. Kyrie simply had precious few limits of what she would do for her family and those that were innocent.
Drawing the throw up over her shoulders, she watched the world turn as the stars slowly shifted above her, through the window.
And the universe was reflected in her eyes, in turn.
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