Leonora Bernardi locked in the dark. Hurt for most of her life, scared of her own shadow. Not knowing what the outside world is like, she's the epitome of innocence. One look at her and it's like her aura could light up the room.
Nikolai Volkov fut...
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Metanoia: - The journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.
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Nikolai POV
She was absolutely breath taking. Her eyes were a vibrant green, like fresh cut limes, just as bittersweet. And those pink full lips, which I yearned to touch. Even her long matted hair, and all the dirt and gashes couldn't detract from her beauty. She was a goddess, and I was the one pleading at her feet.
I remember seeing her for the first time in that cage. Dirt, blood, dust and who knows what splattered on the walls and floor. I wouldn't have been able to see her in that cage if it hadn't been for her faint whimpers and shuffling.
She was curled up against the wall, trembling so violently that I feared she'd shatter, her body and clothes covered in dirt and blood that I couldn't tell what the original colour was. Her wrists were tied so firmly above her head that I'm shocked they weren't broken. It wasn't until I came closer that I realized how horrific it was. It was heart breaking.
Bruises covered every area of skin I could see, making me frightened to even touch her. This delicate creature should not have to suffer pain. She shouldn't know what a harsh touch should feel like against her beautiful body. Or to feel uncomfortable in a place like this. But she did. And for that he was going to pay. That ублюдок. I'll spend however long it takes to put even a small smile on her face. (translation: bastard)
I remember how her body fit into mine as I lifted her up and cradled her to my chest. She was so thin and light that a gust of wind could have swept her away, her skin so cold and pale. The jacket I put on her was so big it looked like a blanket, it was adorable. I remember feeling a shiver go down my spine as I tucked her head into my neck, covering everything unholy from her sight. She didn't need to see our men cleaning up my mess.
Her breaths were gentle on my neck, and I just wanted her tucked away in my arms forever. Hiding her away from all danger. I hadn't even met her that long ago and she's already captured my attention.
Who knows how long she's been down there; several others were already dead when we arrived, and others severely injured. I know she doesn't know much about the outside world. I watched as she gazed about at the enormous trees towering above us as soon as I walked outside. The sun began to rise over the enormous snowy mountains in the distance, the light reflecting off the snow and ice capturing her interest as her eyes widen.
Leaves that entangled in her hair made me halt and admire her, as if she had a crown of leaves around her head. The dark and vivid green tones highlight her eye colour and the little scattering of freckles on her nose. She is a true goddess.
When I find him, he should be prepared for something worse than death. How dare he touch somebody so pure. I could tell my brothers seemed to be thinking the same at the time. Anger and frustration on their faces when they saw her in that cell. So hopeless and small. What kind of person would do that to someone like her?
