Date: October 21, 2012 Time: 8:02 pm Location: Raqure Residence Characters: Zoryana Raqure, Ross Richards Description: They haven't actually been close, Zoryana takes the dive to open up. Status: Private, in process
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Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again...
So if you love me, let me go.
And run away before I know.
My heart is just too dark to care.
I can't destroy what isn't there.
Deliver me into my fate -
If I'm alone I cannot hate
I don't deserve to have you...
My smile was taken long ago
If I can change I hope I never know
I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss
I couldn't face a life without your lights
But all of that was ripped apart when you refused to fight
SNUFF ,
One of the main things about Zoryana was that she was withdrawn from most people. It had nothing to do with the way that other people acted towards her or around her, she just didn't trust people. Zoryana had a few days to herself due to the fact that she had gotten herself suspended with the punch that she had delivered to one Miss. Evelyn Summer. It gave her a lot of time to think and when she came around to thinking about the man that she had invited to live with her, Zoryana realized that she was pulling away more so than ever. She had taken to sleeping in the other room that she had, surrounded by old books and one of her favorite corners in the world. She had moved everything that she had of her sister into that room, had closed the door and left it in peace until she decided that it was best that she slept apart from Ross. It hurt but it probably sent mixed signals to the man that she knew that she loved, she knew it. Even though she had issues with that four letter word, Zoryana knew it like she knew every curve of the gun that she kept locked away.
It was depressing, not working. She didn't like it but then again, she really hadn't been herself ever since the whole thing at the Summer house with Eve and the healing of the face. Zoryana had been shaken up by it and she had yet to loosen up. It scared her, the whole magic thing and whenever she would hear the word magic, the woman continued to turn white as a ghost. She could deal with that in a moment, she'd get over that easily but there was something that she had yet to get over and it was the same thing that she had yet to even mention to the man that seemed to be slipping away from her fingers. Zoryana felt it and it didn't sit right with her, she didn't want to loose him just because she was being stubborn. She knew that it had been wrong; her attitude, her view and her violence. She had been tightly bound by a lot of things in the last few years and yet, Zoryana hadn't told Ross one single thing about herself other than the fact that she was a healthfood junkie.
It was going to take a few hours to get her mentally ready to unfold all her secrets, all the tiny bits about her past. Though, she figured that she'd start with the easiest thing. Ross had seen her scar on her back multiple times, that mangled flesh that Zoryana still flinched sometimes whenever she thought about how his fingers moved over it. She was Zoryana, the woman that Ross had no idea about. He knew Crystal, he knew about the secrets that Crystal had -- knew everything about her and the family that she spoke about that still were alive. She knocked the door though, the door to her own bedroom but didn't really enter it. She wasn't exactly sure if Ross wanted to talk or not. She was just in bra and panties, nothing special but it wasn't really her forte. Zoryana didn't like walking around her house like this, it could've been because of their next door neighbor but whatever. "You asked me once about the scar on my back, how I got it. I lied, it wasn't from falling off of a tree branch. I had an abusive father who liked to beat on myself and my sister. I took most of the abuse from his hand because I didn't ever want my sister to be hurt." She trailed on but ended up mumbling softly as she shrugged some. She had guilt on her face, Zoryana always wore guilt like a second skin.