Sinister (girlxgirl)

Behind the Veil

She didn't recognize her surroundings anymore. She didn't even recognize herself. 

Tight she gripped the sides of her sink. Her head naked from the absence of her hood and the cool dead air kissed her skin. Silky white strands fell from their original location and hung like her head. Ashe shivered and coughed as her eyes closed again. Her lashes were drenched with her guilt and her thin body shuttered from the ache in her heart.

She had some time before she became a hollow stone. Tryndamere would come at any given time after the sun would set on the horizon. Even though the sun's warm light shone into the large bedroom it was blocked by the blinds that were purposefully down. Ashe would not look at the light because the light had been taken from her. It would remind her of the times that she would smile and prepare herself to go train. That she would see the assassin in full health. 

Ashe wiped her runny nose onto her trembling hand and didn't even bother to wipe it off. Her body hardly even wanted to respond. Her knees had been buckled and she only supported herself on the sink with a propped up arm. She didn't even know why she even was there. To look at herself? To remind herself that she hurt the only person that she truly cared about? Ashe weakly propped her head up and from the small sections of parted hair she saw her eyes. Bloodshot and watery. 

The contrast of her eyes only brought back the icy gleam of the dagger. It was stained with fresh warm blood that steamed off. Ashe shook her head and ripped herself from the mirror. 

Her sight became blurry again due to the amount of water that covered her iris. It was all too much and she tripped and crashed hard onto the steps that led to her bed. She laid in her position for far too long that her arm she covered her head with fell asleep. She didn't bother to wake it up and let out a heaved cry. Her pain lingered within her and gave her such a desperation to have it rid her. She moaned and cried, trying to alleviate it verbally. 

Two hands lifted her up from the ground and had her feet dangling beneath her. They were strong and cold, also recognizing the chilling voice that followed the action. "Ashe? Wake up! Do you hear me?!"

Her lips were chapped and sealed shut. She could not even try to speak for her words were gone. There was nothing she wanted to do or to say. 

Tryndamere shook her and her head moved along with the momentum. Seeing this he bore his teeth and growled throwing her onto the hard floor and watching her go limp. Ashe only slit her eyes open to see her husband's silhouette grow bigger and his face close to her's. His warm breath blew on her face and she heard his irritated voice smooth into a vile whisper. "Did you do what I had asked?"

Ashe did not answer and lowered her head once more. Tryndamere gripped the back of her head and peeled it back so that her eyes were now on his. "I won't ask any nicer than that."

"Yes, Tryndamere. I did."

He nodded once and let her lose to collide onto the floor again. She stared at him with disgust. 

Tryndamere waltzed over to his side of the bed and to his nightstand took a glass of wine from the flask on the side. He poured a good amount into the thin glass and took a seat right next to where Ashe lied on the floor, having to swallow the knot in her throat silently. 

"Good girl. I knew you had it in you." he said taking a sip. 

Killing the Noxian was the last thing she would do. She couldn't even dare to think she did such a thing. It tortured her for days and left her unable to sleep at night. Nightmares of her screaming and having her very own hands covered in blood made her sick to her stomach. Ashe covered her face with her hand, trying to erase the blackness of her thoughts but they tainted every corner.

"Just to make things clear," his voice rung out again, this time speaking low and hard. "not a word of this goes out to anyone. Do you hear me? We wouldn't want to cause any commotion here just yet."

She didn't even hear him. Ashe had snapped out of existence into an empty shell. She was dead inside and barely breathing. His tone was as rigid as the blade's edge. It cut through her heart and the chilling darkness of her mind swallowed her up completely. There was only gray in her eyes, nothing white or colorful. The light had fully faded and the room had darkened to only a sliver of illumination left.

Slap. 

Ashe turned her face and the sting from the impact affected her swollen eyes to contract a tear more. It hardly had any effect compared to what she did.

"Stop being so ignorant, Ashe." he threatened and landed a blow to her jaw. She did not even react anymore. This made him more furious. Another blow. 

His fury heaved Ashe to the wall and she crashed down along with two picture framed that came down with her. Each shattered into pieces of glass none of which had came in contact with her by a miracle but one corner of a frame dug into her back and inflicted a sharp pain through her spine.

Satisfied, Tryndamere went to the mirror and tidied himself up then left with loud slam just to scare Ashe. He always did it so it was normal. 

A few moments and the room went silent. It wasn't like those other times where she would sit on her bed and read the letters her hawk sent her, or sip a cup of hot tea in the evening. No this silence was deathly. She felt like she had been in there for an eternity and hell wrote on her body in cuts and bruises. 

It took her a great deal to get back on her feet. She made up her mind and couldn't stay on the floor all night. Gathering every ounce of strength she had, Ashe lifted herself up but fell back down after her arms gave up underneath her. She caught herself again and with arms trembling scooted her knee under her. Ashe leaned and propped herself up with the knee and took the other leg in position to stand. She clung onto the window sill and pulled up, allowing her legs to buckle and stay in place. She could feel her heart beat slowly on her face but she could not actually feel herself clenching her jaw. Either could she really feel much else other than throbbing and her pulse. 

She dragged herself weakly to her bed and fell upon it. She hardly did anything else but move to her side of the bed and curl herself over her sheets. A great wave of depression moved her and she lay there only staring at the wall. Her eyes were dried with the tears that she had let flow only an hour ago. Such a sin she made to harm the only one that could free her. 

The only one that she really loved.