Lands and Love

prologue

          

No one who had seen or met Alva Siala in her world supposed that she is less than the intimidating, dangerous, dark yet astonishingly mesmerizing woman she is.

Alva is a woman of few words; you wouldn't hear her voice that often. You would say that she has too much pride to engage in simple conversations about the weather or how her day went and such, but she in fact, she chooses to avoid such topics and only talk when it's absolutely necessary.

Alva prefers her solitude; a perfect night described by her would be similar to a night in, soft music playing in the background, a glass of an overpriced bottle of red wine held between her fingers on one hand and a cigarette held in the other. She would sit on her porch,  in her overly expensive penthouse,  wearing nothing but  a costly lingerie set that she secretly likes to wear underneath her clothes without the knowledge of no one and she would just watch the glimmering, unsteady lights ahead.

Alva thinks , or more so , assumes that she is happy , satisfied with the way she chose her life to be, she claims that having these nights by herself are the highlight of her day , her favorite part of it. But she knows too well that she likes to say that to herself , sometimes out loud , just to hush the voice in the back of her head , the voice of the other part of Alva Siala , that craves intimacy , affection , that would do anything to have someone to share this time of the night with. Someone that would wrap her up in their arms , instead of the soft blanket she's hugging around her.

The one Thing Alva claims she knows best is that she's gifted at finding what she don't like the most about every person she meets. It's the first thing she looks for , sees , remarks when she comes across someone new. And that was the case with every man that crosses her path and shows interest in her. She would sometimes give them a chance , she would go out with them on more than two dates , cause you see , some people are tougher to crack than others . But all of them are crackable in the end and that's what makes her lose interest in them.

You might think that she's a snob , that her nose is held way up high , but that's simply the way she is, she doesn't really look down on people , or think of herself better than them , although she knows that she is indeed better than some of them . But it's not something she likes to brag about.

Alva knows the effect she has on men , she knows but not too well that men find her attractive , beautiful , but sometimes she has her doubts about her appearance , but she tries not to go that way and engage herself on more issues with herself.

She has her insecurities. Although she chooses to be by herself ,  when she likes to make a step and change that fact , she feels incredibly shy about it. A simple act , like walking towards a group of people and engage in a conversation with them seems like walking a thousand miles barefoot to her.

She knows that she has a dark side , a twisted way of thinking , of seeing things. Her mind sometimes wanders to places and ideas that even she finds them a little bit extreme.

As more years and days go by , Alva seems to shut more and more over herself , continuing to push away everyone . Even her appearance gets more and more dark in her eyes , but exotic and edgy in others.

Her long brown hair is now short , brushing her neck , barely touching her shoulders. Her thick dark eyebrows covered in a straight across bangs , that sometimes get on her nerves when they touch her long eyelashes. Her fair golden skin looking like she's just been out stretched in the sun.

A lot of people ask her if she was Greek or a Latina , but in fact she got her skin tone from her mother, an Arab woman , born and raised in Tunisia.

Alva wasn't specifically raised in one place , but she spent her childhood from one country to another, following her mother ;a doctor and her father ;a half Turkish half British business man.