http://dancerofhearts.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dancerofhearts.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] houseofcards_rp2012-05-27 09:12 pm

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It was exactly three hours that she had been out there, that long hair was pulled up in a tight bun and the music played constantly as her body moved. Faster and faster, twirls, spins, leaps, and jumps. Escape the pain, forget about the emotional and bring on the physical pain that she could use by pushing herself to her body's limit until she finally collapsed and she could dream without memories. The trophies, perhaps, brought back those memories. They made her think of a time she would have much rather forget, memories of words that hurt, memories of physical pain that wasn't something she inflicted on herself through dance.

The music played and her body matched it's rhythm, the spins and twirls, the leaps and movements. Each thing as she pushed herself brought her closer and closer to letting her mind forget. Her eyes closed as she moved, she heard nothing but the music and the words that played in her head over and over again. She clenched one hand and released it as she slowed to a stop to take a drink of water and then began again as she changed the tempo.

Someday, she would escape the pain and forget all of it. She needed to forget. Her body began to shut down and she started to slide down but she forced her knees to hold and she began to dance once more as her mind replayed the words and tears squeezed out of her closed eyes as she danced. Escape, run, escape, dance, escape. She needed to escape the pain, she needed to forget, and yet, she could tell no one about what happened. She was who she was and that was the secret she could never tell.

[identity profile] spysinspades.livejournal.com 2012-06-10 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is something, then." He smiled at her, oh-so-briefly. "Can you walk?"

[identity profile] spysinspades.livejournal.com 2012-06-10 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Between us." For now. Until he decided that it was actually too dangerous for her to keep doing these things. "Unless you plan to make it a consistent habit."

[identity profile] spysinspades.livejournal.com 2012-06-11 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good. I do so hate to break promises." But, that was one of the things he had to do in order to be a good King. And in this case, to keep her safe.

[identity profile] spysinspades.livejournal.com 2012-06-14 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course, sweetling." One arm was available for her to lean on, bent just so to tuck her own arm through. "Now where are we going?" Because she certainly wasn't staying in public - not in this state.

[identity profile] spysinspades.livejournal.com 2012-06-28 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"I think we can manage a couch." They would even manage the couch in his office, and the soft blanket he gave to children that visited and fell asleep there.

[identity profile] spysinspades.livejournal.com 2012-06-30 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"A solid plan to have." Ushering her in, tucking her onto the couch, they were familiar habits. "Would you rather Alice in Wonderland or The Wizard of Oz?"

[identity profile] spysinspades.livejournal.com 2012-07-01 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Very good. No settle down, hm?" A brief smile at her as he takes a worn book from his shelf and flicked a few pages easily. "Lets see... " He cleared his throat and began in the low, warm voice that reading a story to a child always seemed to create. "Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank..."