Nyctophilia
(n.)love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.
Amelia Acheron was Elain's fraternal twin. They shared the same doe eyes, smile and hair but that was it. People loved to compare the two. They said If...
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chapter nine| She didn't want love, she wanted to be loved.
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"All she wanted was for someone to look at her and see the person she hid so well." -Atticus
As I look back at my reflection I see a woman I don't recognize. No longer a girl, but a woman. My cheek bones no longer sharp, my hair is no longer frizzy and untamed but now my curls are defined and beautiful. I look healthy now, besides to darkness and bags underneath my eyes. Nothing a little powder can't fix. I'll never say this out loud, but when we were at the cottage I felt hideous.
I couldn't exactly spend all my time trying to look pretty when my family was starving.
The woman who stares back at me seems completely fine, besides her lifeless and dull eyes. I've learned that no one really pays attention to silly things like that as long as you wear a smile.
Having my family's fortune back is still very strange. I still haven't gotten used to having such a huge house. Having beautiful acres of land, just to marvel at or walk on. Never being cold or hungry. Now if I'm hungry, all I have to do is go to the kitchen.
I never have to hunt in the those woods again.
Every now and then I will go back to the woods to work on my archery. When life here gets to overwhelming, my bow and arrow seem to give me a sense of familiarity. I grew up in those woods and right now they feel a lot more like home then this place. Not without Feyre.
Hunting was peaceful, calming almost with the silence the woods bring. Nature I've learned has its own music, you just have to listen. Though the killing part I've never enjoyed, taking a life from a helpless animal always made me feel dirty. But I didn't have a choice, we'd starve other wise.
Growing up I always had pets. They were outside of course because my mother would throw a fit if they got mud on her carpet. I've always loved animals, so it's no surprise I have a horse now. I named her Raven, she has a majestic black fur coat. Raven is a true beauty.
