The sky was blue, almost the same soft and crystal blue as the waters in the Caribbean. As she listened to the sound of the shower from the bathroom, she let her eyes closed and remembered what it felt like to be out there. It seemed like the sun shone even brighter there, than anywhere else in the world. Raina used to spend hours on those shores, on a secluded coast. She could stretch her tail out there, sleep on the warm sands and wake to the lapping of the seas surrounding her. There had been nothing more relaxing. Back then, while she could come home to a happy home, her biggest worry had often been how the outside world would accept her. Some people could be so cruel, and it had taken a long time but she had learned to build a thicker skin. The words they used, the names they called her, the things they did to her... they were horrible people, but to survive, she needed to live with it. Back then, it was the shores that she would run to so she could escape the things that were happening to her. At least until she had started at Alden. This place had given her the freedom to spread her wings, so to speak, and not worry about the slings and arrows of hateful people clipping her to pieces.
She thought of those shores now as she looked out the window and tried to calm the racing in her chest that whispered to her of the horrible things she was sure had happened. Having never seen Desmond look the way he did when he walked in before, she could only make guesses. And everyone knew that assuming did nothing but magnify your worries. That was exactly what they were doing to her now, despite her best efforts to not let her mind wander. Crossing her arms over her chest, Raina held onto herself, hearing the walking through the room behind her. He had told her they would talk afterwards but she wasn't going to jump down his throat the second he stepped out. It took a lot of restraint though she was happy to do it. There was a single moment when he sat on the bed, before he spoke. It was like the silence before the storm. Her stomach knotted and she forced herself to look away from the window. She had been staring outside so long that it took a moment for her eyesight to focus on his form.
The silence was deafening, maddening, and she felt like maybe she needed to sit down. However, her knees refused to bend so she just stood there. She remembered that he had told her before how he had hunted vampires and all she could think was that one had gotten a hold of him. He had been that torn up when he walked in. He looked exhausted and she wanted to go to him, but she couldn't move. Then he spoke, and she held her breath. When he mentioned there having been a girl before her, she felt cold curl around her body, almost forcing icicles upon her fingertips. As a mermaid, she had never really experienced cold before but now she was immersed in it. She remained silent though to let him continue.
A small gasp hung on her lips when he mentioned she had been stabbed, near death. For that moment, she was distracted and thought only of the fact that he may have lost someone he had once cared for. But that had changed as he explained letting her drink from him, and the connection she would have to him. It felt like standing at the top of a cliff, feeling the wind wrap around you as you looked down into the abyss. Who knows how far up you were? One step could change everything. One gust of wind could push you back to safety or over the edge. She wasn't sure which direction the wind blew her, but it suddenly felt like she was plummeting. Raina finally lowered her eyes as he continued his explanation. She stared at the ground, and at the stupid dress she had spent so long this morning to pick. She had wanted it to be perfect, she wanted to look perfect, for him. Now she just felt ridiculous, and horribly under dressed. The sadist in her made an image flash in her mind, of Desmond's body pressed against another's. She felt sick, empty. She imagined another woman's voice saying his name, another woman's hands gripping his skin..