Voices

[Anzeh]

Zephyr was curled up in a corner of the library, having fit herself in the tiny place between the bookself in the wall, with was only a little more than two feet wide. Curled up like that she looked like a ball of fabric with feet, her head against the floor into the corner. It was difficult to breathe like this, but she didn't care.Laying like this for several moments, she awaited the moment her breath ceased, but it never came and left her high up and dry like always.

Finally she uncurled rather carelessly and sat with her back against the wall and her head firmly on her knees, arms tucked closely to her torso.

"Feeling unloved, dear?" Right whispered lovingly in her ears, to which she covered them and tucked herself into a ball. She knew that it was very nearly pointless, because Right's voice was in her mind, speaking directly to her brain. She could squeeze and squeeze but never block out his voice.

"Hehe! Yes of course, unloved little female~!" The stupid-sounding Left added.

"Not a bit."

"Not even a litte."

"Your mother and father--"

"Not even for your birthday--"

"Glasses breaking--"

"Always fighting--"

"Screaming--"

"Hitting--"

"Blood--"

"Everywhere--"

She sat there trying to block out the voices that weren't hers, willing them away with all her strength, trying to keep the tears from flowing that were always followed by blood.

[Julias]

The wind connected with Ezekiel feathers as he glided around from building to building looking at the structure of them, he came to a halt on the campus grounds. Small rain drops hit his armor as he stood with his wings spread wide, a slight glow illuminating from his body. He tucked in his wings and hid them under his magic, the glow slowly died as he opened the door to the main building. He passed under it and shook himself off, the water that clung to him fell away and hit the tiles of the floor.


He walked quickly, almost gliding past the rooms and down the corridors of the school, he passed the doors to the Library and looked inside. He saw no one but felt the presence of someone inside, he closed his eyes and felt the presence of someone in the corner of the library. She seemed scared and angry, his eyes shifted around slightly. He knew what he had to do, he walked through the doors to the library and looked around. He saw no one until he searched the isles filled with books, he caught the figure curled in a corner at the furthest end of the library. He walked to the entrance to the small space and crossed his arms and looked at he girl in the corner with her hands over her ears, she seemed troubled. Ezekiel looked at her with a soft expression, his gold eyes soft as he spoke to her


"Dear girl, why do sit in the corner alone? Come from that small space and come sit with me." He held his hand out for her to take, his soft expression still on his features. He offered the smallest of smiles to her and kept his hand extended, palm up to her. She looked scared and seemed to be having some trouble with something, he spoke once more with his hand extended to her.


"I believe I can help." he spoke the words softly, he waited for her to answer him or to take his hands. She need not say anything if she took his hand, for if she did he knew that she wanted to be helped.

[cassiel]

Suddenly time stops, the young girl in the corner sits frozen as Cassiel appears before Ezekiel. They nod to each other in an unspoken knowledge, A brilliant flash of light appears as Cassiel and Ezekiel switch places. Ezekiel soars to heaven while Cassiel watches, another bright flash and standing in Ezekiel's spot is Cassiel.


He wears his own attire, a plain white t-shirt and white pants made of cotton. He puts his left hand in his pocket and looks at the young girl, he snaps his fingers and time continues on its course. He stands over the young girl, his white eyes boring down into her own. He says nothing, his face holding nothing. He tilts his head slightly and watches the young girl, he notices something is quite off about her. He stands in the same spot, only his hand is no longer outstretched as it sits in his pocket.

[Anzeh]

A moment of peace fell upon her, as another voice jammed into her brain, frightening the annoying voices of Left and Right to scamper into the hidden and quiet corners of her mind, as she looked up towards the male whom seemingly appeared from no where. A hand was offered to her, telling Zephyr that she should crawl out of her corner and sit with him.

It took merely a moment of silent contemplation before she reached out to his hand, but it was then that the male that had a moment ago been offering her his hand no longer stood there. She was sure it couldn't have been instantaneous, there had been some sort of timefreeze she'd missed. She'd been about to set her hand down onto his, but the hand was no longer outstretched to her.

At this the voices piped up louder than before, speaking over each other, louder and louder until she squeezed her hands over her ears again, willing them to be quiet, her mental pleas they completely ignored.

[cassiel]

Cassiel stood over her and watched her take a moment, her hand had stretched out to take his. He offered a soft smile and spoke to her

"My name is Cassiel." His voice resounded around the room, he couldn't help but see something was wrong with the girl. He offered his soft smile once more and took his hand from his pocket, he offered it out to her the same way Ezekiel had. Palm up with his fingers outstretched to her, he knew something troubled her by the way she didn't speak. He tilted his head still holding a soft smile, he kept his hand outstretched and spoke

"Take my hand child." His eyes focused on hers, he watched her intently his face was soft and kind as he looked at her.

[Anzeh]

Zephyr stared up at the male with her normal eyes. They were a startling shade, well, they would be if any life flowed through them. Her eyes, no doubt stunning and wonderful we filmed over with hopelessness and inner pain. The voices were no short of screaming, so loudly she thought she would go deaf, when all of a sudden his voice cut through her thoughts and frightened away their voices.

She stared at him in wonder as her hands fell from her ears. Left and Right were considerate of other voices if those voices only ever spoke to her once. After the first time, they continued over the voices in a great crescendo, until the other stopped.

What was this person to be able frighten away her voices twice in a row?

She saw his hand outstretched and blinked at him, reaching out for his hand. Once her own rested over his, she let it go, resting her own hand onto his.