"Shh, it's all right, "Alcina cooed, hugging Alexa, who was clinging to her with all she had. She could pretend, pretend that she was as calm as warm breeze on a sunny day. But Alcina's heart was racing. Relief worry and excitement were some of the many different emotions the countess was feeling. Along with a small ember that was slowly growing in her icy-cold heart.
"I... I need to apologize, Cassandra...."
"No, madame. Please, I understand. She didn't know, and neither did you." Alexa let go of Alcina, seeing the slightest glistening in her eyes. Alcina could only nod, brushing a stray of grey hair behind Alexa's ear. With her emotions out of her control, along with the voices in her head, Alexa had this urge, a sudden flurry of war, feelings - feelings she tried to fight, an urge.
Unbeknownst to Alexa, the countess was fighting the same urge.
"I uhm... Alexa, I need to take of you. I need to" Alcina subconsciously squeezed her thighs together, still holding Alexa, who was in a compromising position. Her legs were wrapped around Alcina's waist, their faces mere inches from each other.
"Je te veux." Alexa answered softly, slightly parting her lips. As strikingly beautiful as Alcina Dimitrescu was, to Alexa, she didn't seem like the type of woman who was capable of being soft and gentle to anyone besides her daughter. But something deep within the witch - call it morbid curiosity - told her Alcina is trustworthy, despite her intimidating stature. She managed to stay calm, even though her every fibre told her to run. Like a wide-eyed child in awe, Alexa could only watch as Alcina gave her the most dazzling smile, before gently placing her on the ground. Together they made their way to the large elevator.
In the dimly lit elevator of Beneviento Manor, Alexa's drawings came to light. The glow-in-the-dark paint slightly illuminated their surroundings.
"These are very good," Alcina pointed to the art with a gloved hand, "have you tried to paint on actual canvasses? With different materials?"
"Well, no, not that I can remember. Miranda - I mean, I have no memories besides the ones I have with Miranda. There is the occasional flashback, and they tell me things too..." Alexa trailed off with a faraway look in her eyes.
"They?"
"I have uhm... you see, there's-" she tried explaining, but her words faded to nothing. She was concerned - firstly not sure how to tell Alcina of the mental companions occupying her mind, secondly she was scared of what Alcina will think of her. And lastly, Alexa herself wasn't even sure what they were and what they were capable of. She shuddered at the thought of her beloved priestess, wondering of what has been done to her against her will at the hands of the one that claimed loved her.
Alcina saw the fear grow in Alexa's eyes, quickly taking her hands in her own.
"Fear nothing, petit lapin, I will protect you. I think you are stronger than you know. Your power unexplored. There is something about you - I can't seem to figure you out." Alcina murmured as the elevator finally came to a stop. As they stepped out into the cool night air, Alcina brings her fingers up to her lips and whistled softly.
"What? Why are you whis- what the fuck is that?!" Alexa exclaimed, watching with wide-eyed excitement as a horse - a giant horse - came galloping down towards them. As white as snow, the giant beast had tentacle-like strands instead of hair, and fiery red eyes. Alexa thought for a second that the creature looked oddly familiar... The horse neighs loudly before coming to a stop in front of them. Alcina holds out her hand, and it gently puts its nose in her palm, occasionally glancing at Alexa.
"This is my only means of transport around the village. You know..." Alcina looks away, still quite self-conscious of her size. Being the only person - or almost human - this size in the village, she had grown tiresome of the way others would look at her. If it didn't annoy her, she got quite lonely. Donna Beneviento was the only one who used to treat her like she was a normal human being. The villagers was another story. Some would stare in awe, and others, in absolute horror. Without looking away from the horse, Alexa asked a question that would stun Alcina.
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Sweetly Insane
FantasyIt was a cold winters night, the sky cloudless and sparkling with stars. Somewhere in the distance, one could hear the dramatic argument of a couple. A manicured, black painted and delicate finger rests on the trigger of a 50.cal sniper rifle in her...