*taken from the Mae and Tahlen notebook, this work belongs to J.K. Van'Ellesad alone, do NOT take it as your own*
There she stood, silently in the doorway. Half of her hair
was pulled over her shoulders, bounded with silver strands starting at her
shoulders down past her hips. The rest of her long hair hung free down her
back, the ends brushing against her thighs. He’d never seen hair as long, or as
beautiful, as hers. As she slowly came into the light, the brown and ginger
highlights throughout the raven locks shimmered.
He was not the only one that noticed her, for instantly the
conversations turned to hushed tones, most whispering about the ’cursed’ girl.
Looking in a way she wouldn’t notice, he watched the loneliness and hurt swirl
in her ice colored eyes. She did not understand why she was treated so
differently, unlike him she missed the jealousy and fear in their eyes.
It wasn’t long before she quickly moved through the room, to
a dark comer she had become acquainted with since the days after she had
awaken. He wanted to go to her, to wipe the pain from her eyes but he could not
get himself to stand. Whether she remembered her past or not, he knew it. And he
would not take advantage of her. So he held back and observed her from a
distance.
He knew what she wanted, so while she was distracted he
taped in an order in the pad before him and a large mug of hot chocolate with
whip cream and mint fudge swirls appeared before her. She looked down and
offered a rare smile, giving a sign of thanks to whoever had ordered it. Then,
sliding her fingers through the cups handle and around the other side of the
cup she lifted it and took a sip.
It had taken some time, but he had come to notice her
fondness for sweets, chocolate in particular. So when she wasn’t looked he’d
often order them for her, sometimes having them delivered to her room. When he
saw her smile, he knew it was well worth it.
