Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 0:34:12 GMT -5
The night was deep and dark on the mountain, a heater keeping Rhiannon's chilly stone room at a livable temperature. The light that shone over her books and papers was a oil lantern. Propane heater and oil lamp, she was living the high life here. She liked the burning smell better any way, liked to watch the fire dance when she was too tired to think or read. She'd do anything she could to keep herself busy, to not think. To not have time to feel. Glancing at the clock it had turned over the day, it really was Valentines day. Febuary 14th, this would have been her first Valentines day with a boyfriend, with a husband. Instead she was here. Looking at the cloth ring still tied to her finger she slipped it off, untangled the knot and took a small knife to her shirt. She cut an equal length piece from her own shirt. She wondered if she could even remember how to do this. Celtic things had a special place in her heart. The stories, the design, perhaps it was because of her name. An old Celtic goddess. Even her rune stones were written in ancient Celtic.
Her fingers worked before she could even finish her thoughts. It was smaller than she was used to working with, she hadn't even planned to do this. It was so stupid. Hadn't he broken her heart? Hadn't he left her with the praetors and their friend? She bit into her bottom lip, not hard enough to bleed. Not yet, but it kept the tears back. She wouldn't cry over him again. Not someone who broke all of the promises they ever made, not someone who never cared. So what was she doing this? She stared at the cloth pieces, weaved together in an ancient Celtic knot, a wedding knot. It was supposed to be two people doing this. Not her by herself. She grit her teeth and put it to the side. The old pale cloth and the vibrant cloth shone against eachother, complementing eachother. The soft thump of a book hitting the table echoed in her room. She leaned on her elbow, turned away from the knot, and began to read about some strange occurrences in Eerie Indiana.
Her fingers worked before she could even finish her thoughts. It was smaller than she was used to working with, she hadn't even planned to do this. It was so stupid. Hadn't he broken her heart? Hadn't he left her with the praetors and their friend? She bit into her bottom lip, not hard enough to bleed. Not yet, but it kept the tears back. She wouldn't cry over him again. Not someone who broke all of the promises they ever made, not someone who never cared. So what was she doing this? She stared at the cloth pieces, weaved together in an ancient Celtic knot, a wedding knot. It was supposed to be two people doing this. Not her by herself. She grit her teeth and put it to the side. The old pale cloth and the vibrant cloth shone against eachother, complementing eachother. The soft thump of a book hitting the table echoed in her room. She leaned on her elbow, turned away from the knot, and began to read about some strange occurrences in Eerie Indiana.