Arwen Evangeline Kavanagh (floodsmyveins) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-12-24 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-10-10, arwen |
heaven help the man
Who: Arwen Alice and Doran (NPC)
When: Evening
Where: Doran’s house
Arwen felt it was a mark of her superb control that she didn’t march straight to Doran’s house - her sister’s home - immediately after lunch with her sisters. She did not. She was calm. She was sensible. She was going to be there for her sister, for her niece and nephew, and help them through this. She had not set out to confront him. She’d set out on an errand, and found - quite to her own surprise - that she was suddenly in Emilia and Doran’s driveway.
It was strange. Arwen didn’t remember driving there, and she could only recall bits and pieces of the walk to the front door. Time seemed to move in flashes, and she felt both disoriented and empowered by them. Which each jump ahead, she felt surer about what she had to do. It was as if someone was standing right beside her, whispering encouragements in her ear. She could not hear them, but she felt the emotions loud and clear. Those feelings were strong, and they might have threatened to drown out her own. It wasn’t like that, though. Those emotions of rage were there within her heart. With each flash, she felt less alone in them. Surer of what needed to be done. Positive that there was no better person to do it.
She rang the bell and Doran answered, a polite but surprised smile on his face. It was forced. Arwen wasn’t terribly in touch with her empathy right now, but she could tell that much. She and Doran had always gotten along well enough. It was a strange relationship. He was cordial, and attempted to treat her like a little sister. She allowed it, even if his union with her sister had always confused and troubled Arwen. She was kind to him, because she was Arwen, and he’d never given her a reason not to treat him with kindness and respect. Until now.
Arwen found, again to her surprise, that a bright smile was plastered on her face. “Hi, Doran,” she greeted. “This is awkward, I know. I’m sorry. Um. Emilia borrowed a pair of earrings, and I really need them back. Could I just pop in and grab them? I’m sorry.” What? Where had the words even come from? Arwen hardly even wore earrings. There was a strange sensation, a bit like being a passenger in her own body as Doran stepped aside and allowed her in. Then the rage exploded within her. The volcano erupted. The pot of steaming water boiled over. Doran shut the door behind him, and Arwen shoved with a strength she didn’t realize she possessed. Doran tripped back a few paces, exclaiming in surprise. His eyes went wide as Arwen held up her right hand, which was swiftly becoming water.
Arwen tapped in to her element, hitting Doran with a spray of water with the force of a firehose. The impact slammed him back into the wall, and in the blink of Arwen’s eyes the water became ice. What was left when it was over was a little bit like a tiny cage. The spray had frozen mid impact, entwining through his arms and legs, around his torso, over his shoulders. Doran was effectively pinned to the wall.
Huh. Well, she hadn’t meant to do it, but that certainly made things easier. Arwen crossed the space between them and put her hand on his throat. She didn’t squeeze, there was nothing in that touch by itself that was exactly threatening. Her hand was just there, and after her display of power, she got the feeling that was enough. Fear was coming off of him in waves, and rather than center her, shake her out of this rage, it fueled the fire.
Arwen tilted her head and eyed him carefully. “If you ever lay your hands on my sister again, you had better pray to the Almighty God that she kills you.” Doran opened his mouth to respond, and Arwen’s eyes flashed. He saw something there that she didn’t recognize in herself, and it was enough to silence him. “If you hurt her again, there will be no safe place on this earth for you to hide. I will haunt you for the rest of your days, through this life and what awaits us all after. I will follow you into hell and show the devil how his job is to be done. Do you understand me? Do you believe what I am saying to be the absolute truth?” Doran’s eyes were wide, terror flooding from him and into her like a rushing river. Just once, he nodded his head.
Arwen removed her hand. “Hallelujah,” she murmured, tone dry. She turned and headed for the door. Doran stammered something behind her. She turned to look at him. “What?” she snapped.
“A-aren’t you going to let me down?”
Arwen snorted. “It’s ice,” she told him. “It’ll melt. Eventually.” The door slammed shut behind her, and she could hear Doran screaming all the way back to her car. By the time she was home, she’d almost convinced herself that she’d dreamed the whole thing. It didn’t feel real. That hadn’t been her. She couldn’t do something like that.
But she couldn’t help but wish that she could.