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Nov. 8th, 2012 10:23 am"Are you... a shadowhaunt?"
The question was followed by a few moments of silence, Naerdoth relishing in taking his time to answer. During those moments, she began to second guess whether or not she really wanted to know, the effect he no doubt desired. Then, lazily, he drawled:
"That is what they have called us."
She didn't realize that she'd been holding her breath, and she let it out more with a sense of finality, as opposed to relief. Tense, she considered his answer, then hazarded another question, spurred on by her own nerves rather than daring.
"Is... is there something else that you're called?"
There was another pause, in which Naerdoth's lips twitched into a grin, a low, hoarse cackle escaping from between his lips.
Without any warning he seemed to vanish, suddenly reappearing at her shoulder, swiftly leaning in to whisper into her ear what sounded like a cold hiss. Before she could protest or react, she was paralyzed there, a chill jolting down her spine, a buzzing filling her constricting chest, her breathing becoming labored.
The feeling of panic was there and gone, lasting for only a second, though it had felt like an eternity. He disappeared from her side, moving back to his original position and sitting there as if nothing had happened, though his grin was wider than ever.
Exactly what he had said, she couldn't recall, but the word itself mattered little as it's meaning carried more weight than a single word could ever portray. No, she understood perfectly, and knew exactly what he was:
Fear.
The question was followed by a few moments of silence, Naerdoth relishing in taking his time to answer. During those moments, she began to second guess whether or not she really wanted to know, the effect he no doubt desired. Then, lazily, he drawled:
"That is what they have called us."
She didn't realize that she'd been holding her breath, and she let it out more with a sense of finality, as opposed to relief. Tense, she considered his answer, then hazarded another question, spurred on by her own nerves rather than daring.
"Is... is there something else that you're called?"
There was another pause, in which Naerdoth's lips twitched into a grin, a low, hoarse cackle escaping from between his lips.
Without any warning he seemed to vanish, suddenly reappearing at her shoulder, swiftly leaning in to whisper into her ear what sounded like a cold hiss. Before she could protest or react, she was paralyzed there, a chill jolting down her spine, a buzzing filling her constricting chest, her breathing becoming labored.
The feeling of panic was there and gone, lasting for only a second, though it had felt like an eternity. He disappeared from her side, moving back to his original position and sitting there as if nothing had happened, though his grin was wider than ever.
Exactly what he had said, she couldn't recall, but the word itself mattered little as it's meaning carried more weight than a single word could ever portray. No, she understood perfectly, and knew exactly what he was:
Fear.
