Talya blinked a few times. She studied his face. It was changing, she could see it. It wasn't simply in the way the shadows of the moon danced over the contours of his features, highlighting some while casting others in darkness, Light's entire demeanor changed. He curled up; his body rigid; muscles tensed and coiled. She could only make out his profile now; or rather, small portions of it as he hid himself from her. Was he still ashamed, or was it something further? Concerned more for her own well-being than his own, she whispered, "Light, are you ok?" but she didn't get an answer. Maybe it had been quieter than she thought. So she reached out her right hand to touch him, but then decided against it, as she was unsure as to how he would react. "Light?" she tried again, a little louder this time, but it didn't seem to make any difference. She determined then that it may be best to study him with a power greater than her eyes, so she concentrated fully on his rounded form for a few moments, as she took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. Slowly, her pupils dilated, as she fell into a sort of trance, and Light's aura came into view.
The aura was thin; kept close to Light's body, as though he were somehow protecting it from her sight, which couldn't have been possible, for if he were, he would have to be a master of the art. Clearly, he wasn't as Talya could still see the aura, which made her wonder if the aura were somehow sickly. But how could an aura be sickly? She shook her head lightly, she was being ridiculous she knew, and she was wasting time, so she forced herself to return to her reading. She found that the aura was a mixture of colors, or rather, in some ways their absence, and in others, their tumultuous end. The vision was in black and white; the mixture a rapidly swirling eddy, which puckered and popped in several areas. As though she were looking down on a bubbling swamp, or a pot of boiling water that was being stirred by a ladle or something. The two colors seemed to be about evenly balanced, although as she watched, the darkness began to overcome. This worried her, as it made Talya feel that Light was battling something within himself. Something that she could not see; making him about as conflicted as she often felt.
Next, Talya sniffed the air. But she could not smell anything radiating off the aura. Nor could she taste anything when she licked the aura, and then concentrated for a few moments. However, when she strained to listen, she could hear something emanating from the depths of the dark aura. They sounded like whispers, in hushed, masculine voices. The words indistinct; impossible to make out. Or perhaps they were simply gibberish, words of another tongue's lexicon that she simply didn't understand, despite her stores of knowledge; fragmented memories of past lives and experiences. She wondered what the whispers meat. Maybe they were a literal take on "sweet whispers," she thought she sensed some sort of magic in the aura, some level of familiarity but-
Talya hadn't noticed him. She had been so distracted by the process of reading the man's aura, that she hadn't seen his shadow pass over her as he uncoiled, and sprang at her, as though he were a frog. Trance now broken, the aura fell away, and a wave of exhaustion passed over her, making her eyes feel heavy and hard to keep open. Light's hands, meanwhile had turned to her wrists. His palms pressed against them and the top of her hands, his fingers winding around their slender length. His nails digging into her skin; emblazoning them with whitened crescents, against a deeply red background. Her skin warmed; his hands were warm, if not a little sweaty. His lips were sizzling. They burned her as he planted fervent kisses all over. Silencing her momentarily with them. His body was on fire, and pressed against her too, holding her down. His eyes seemed wide and frantic. He seemed distant and crazed.
"What are you doing?" Talya roared, as she struggled to get herself up, and throw him off of her. Any remnants of her previous trance clearing from her eyes. "Off!" she cried. "Get off of me!" she huffed. "Right now," she added, as she rocked her body back and forth, and pushed against his arms with her own as hard as she could, in an attempt to make any sort of wiggle room, which she could then use to help her break free. But it didn't seem to be of any use. He didn't budge at all. Frantic, as her heart beat faster, and her throat grew dry as her breath continually got caught in it, Talya forced herself to swallow. Wetting her throat with her saliva. "Let go of me!" Talya cried as her eyes widened and then shut.
Talya held them close for a moment as she flailed, and then forced them open as he released her wrists. Her hardened gaze faltering to the point where it appeared as though she may cry tears of joys, as her magic seemed to be working. "And get off," Talya added, as her temples began to throb, and she pulled her legs in toward her chest, and then tried to buck up. But it didn't seem to knock him off, and a moment later, she realized that her hypnosis had worked, and it hadn't. Yes, Light had let go, but he had also reached for something else. Her clothes- he clutched one end of her dress in either hand, and was yanking on it rather hard. She could hear the threads groaning as she looked down, and realized what he was trying to do. "Right now!" Talya tried again as she wriggled around, and the threads at the center of her dress, under the collared cut began to rip. She could hear the threads pulling apart slowly; feel the cool night air caress her newly exposed skin; she shivered.
"Damn you Light, get the petch off of me!" Talya roared, as she bucked again, and failed to knock him off her. Gritting her teeth as he continued his litany of awfully wet, and contrastingly dirty, biting kisses. "Now!" she added with an inward groan, before deciding to try a different tactic. Her dagger wasn't far away. She could see it flashing in the moonlight, just past her head, calling to her. She reached out. Stretching her fingers as far as she could. If only she could reach it she knew, she had a chance. She could fight him off and break free; she was competent with a blade.
Talya's fingers scratched at the ground. Flitting past blades of grass that tickled her bare skin; while pulling up small grains of dirt that became lodged under her nails. Come on, she thought to herself, as she nibbled her lower lip, and several beads of sweat began to appear on her brow. Just a little more, just a little bit farther, she told herself as Light's lips trailed lower. A little more...
Talya's fingers brushed up against the hilt. The nails digging into the wires. She pushed it a bit away, but urged herself on, arching her back a little so that she would rock closer. It seemed to do the trick, as a moment later, she had managed to snake her right pointer finger around it, and pull it closer to her. In another moment, her other fingers had wrapped themselves around the hilt, and she had pressed her palm against it, as she took hold in a forward grip, and swiftly guided her arm inward with all the strength she could muster. She moved it in a wide arc, hoping to slam her arm against the side of Light's neck before he could move to stop her. From there, she hoped he would roll off of her. If not, she'd do what she could to slam her arm into him again, and knock him off of her, before rolling on top, and stabbing at his face. Killing him preferably, if not gauging out an eye or two.
OOCA few things:
1- Oh look it's Gollum! ^^ 2- Sorry this went over most of what you had, and didn't add a whole ton. Hope that's ok. 3- I think Light owes Tal a new dress. >.< 4- Long post means chances for lots of oopses. If you see any problems, please don't hesitate to pm me about them, so I can mend the post. |