Through Hell and Back {Final Rewrite}

Hello At Sunset

Pisces felt as though she'd fallen asleep, but her body didn't want to wake up. There was a throbbing pain behind her ear, it felt nearly paralyzing. Yet, she managed to open her eyes, just a little; two slits that let the slightest bit of light in, so thin that someone looking at her face would think they are closed. But Pisces could only see blurry shapes that her brain was too fatigued to process. 

"well-... you go..."

She was just barely aware of what was going on around her, her senses limited to what she could feel directly on her skin and what little she could process from her ears, but her mind was a still a garbled mess of incoherent thoughts and words with little connection between each other.

Pisces felt herself being lifted up off the wooden floor, the sensation oddly close to that of falling down, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. The world didn't do well to steady itself when her body was still again, held firmly in place by something warm. Her head fell back, neck stretched out for all to see.

"Is-... -en alive?"

"-ell if I..."

She heard two voices. Has she heard them before? Did she know them? Pisces hadn't the energy to even care. She stopped trying to wake up, now wanting to just sleep away her concerns. And it seemed as though one of the people knew of her wish as she had been settled down on a smooth, cold surface, and something silky had been draped over her. Subconsciously, yet still, with an air of gratefulness, she snuggled close to it. One wing under her and the other over her, she wanted to shield herself from any source of light. The upper wing was able to relax very quickly, though, as much of the light in... well, wherever she was... had gone away. Either she had lost all sense of time or night had taken over the orange light of the sunset in a matter of seconds. But that didn't matter anyway. Pisces was long gone into the land of fuzzy dreams and false realities. Maybe there'd be one where she was happy.

Pisces stirred, pulled out of her state of rest, and move to lay on her back. Her hands tensed into fists next to her head as she stretched her back. Her eyes finally opened when she relaxed, and this environment was different as well. She saw metal bars arch over her to form a semi-sphere around her, like a cage, and tilted her head in confusion. It took a second for the anxiety to come back, almost as if she had exhausted her ability to feel such emotions anymore. But even if it was delayed, it returned eventually and she sat up, another wave of dizziness washing over her. She nearly fell back down. But Pisces held her head and looked around, the metal arches were raised high enough to almost touch the ceiling before they curved back down; down to the circular rim of the metal platform she'd slept on. The bars were of a dark, ashen colour, much like iron. Pisces quickly shifted to look down, her hands moving away from the platform, worried that it was also iron. Luckily, it looked to be a lighter, silvery grey. And it didn't hurt to touch. But relief left as quickly as it came and she looked around beyond the cage.

Pisces was in someone's bedroom, a large one. Tapestries of blues, silvers, and golds adorned the walls. An abundance of fabrics decorate the floors, walls, and ceilings, draped around like curtains. The walls were made from stone, based on what she could see through the ocean of blue decor. In the far left corner was a wooden desk, tilted on one side towards the wooden seat that was pillowed with a puffy, blue cushion, and next to it a window. A square, cerulean coloured carpet, edged with a gold thread, complimented a circular bed. The bed had a circular, wooden frame, rimmed with looked to be a ring of pure gold. Of course, blue sheets and cushioning made it look like the softest bed in the world, she almost wanted to reach out and touch it... 

But she knew better. 

Black and blue veiled the bed from any onlookers, with the fabric on the side of the bed facing her cage lifted up and hung on the square rim, sized to match the carpet below. The room was beautifully - if it wasn't already beautiful on its own - complemented by the honey hue of candlelight, and there was an aroma so lovely, she thought she had been taken to a garden of flowers. The place was fit for a prince; fit for prince Scorpio, who sat leaning on the rounded backing of his bed, a book in his hands. She'd never seen him before, but she couldn't have imagined him being anyone else.