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Drabble #4? I think...
Apr. 17th, 2006 12:35 pmThe first time she saw him, she immediately disliked him. No, it was stronger than that. She could honestly say that she hated the man. Everything about him. It wasn’t that he looked shifty or full of malice. He was quite handsome and even tempered, from what she could tell. He had a deep, calming voice that had the slightest vibration in the air. Even though he tended to smirk at her and say things just to rile her, it was just him being mischievous and she saw no harm in it. He walked gracefully yet powerfully. He seemed to achieve perfection without even trying. He was one of those people, and she used ‘people’ lightly, that drew others to him and could guide them on a path they had never considered before. That they had never dreamed they could do, and mold them into star pupils who surpassed everyone else’s wildest expectations. So what was it that she could possibly hate about him?
It was his aura.
The aura of a demon that leaked so subtly from him that it was almost unnoticeable. If she had not undergone training at Fiore, she would have never sensed it and been none the wiser. But as it was, it choked her. She became so aware of it that it tainted everything that he did. Everything that he touched. She shied away from him. Sometimes even leaving the room because it was too much for her. She tried to block it out, but it only pulled at her attention more fiercely. She began to wonder if he was forcing it upon her. Were those sly smirks his way of telling her he was winning? Was that brief pat on the head that she couldn’t avoid a way to attach his aura to her more firmly? The idea frightened her and drove her further and further away from him. It got to the point where he made it known his disapproval of her escape tactics.
He cornered her. Not physically, but mentally. She stood in that wide open room, eyes locked on his and waited as if she was on trial. He came closer, the questions leaving his mouth, but she didn’t remember hearing it. All that she recalled was the black aura emanating from his body and the tension before it all went black.
It was his aura.
The aura of a demon that leaked so subtly from him that it was almost unnoticeable. If she had not undergone training at Fiore, she would have never sensed it and been none the wiser. But as it was, it choked her. She became so aware of it that it tainted everything that he did. Everything that he touched. She shied away from him. Sometimes even leaving the room because it was too much for her. She tried to block it out, but it only pulled at her attention more fiercely. She began to wonder if he was forcing it upon her. Were those sly smirks his way of telling her he was winning? Was that brief pat on the head that she couldn’t avoid a way to attach his aura to her more firmly? The idea frightened her and drove her further and further away from him. It got to the point where he made it known his disapproval of her escape tactics.
He cornered her. Not physically, but mentally. She stood in that wide open room, eyes locked on his and waited as if she was on trial. He came closer, the questions leaving his mouth, but she didn’t remember hearing it. All that she recalled was the black aura emanating from his body and the tension before it all went black.
