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@carina-da-silva
I tried so hard. You know that, right? I tried harder than you could ever imagine, and now here I am, trying my best just to forget everything. Every piece of you, the way you smell, the feel of your skin. I can still feel you. I think I always will.
More quotes about heart break here (via thelovewhisperer)
It took a lot for Carina to lose her patience. She was usually praised for her seemingly endless pool of patience. She rarely snapped or lost her temper, but even she had her limits. The city was still trapped in a state of chaos. She had friends who mysteriously drew back from the public eye, others were on the run - most of them probably innocent of whatever crime they had been charged with. Meanwhile, she was expected to simply sit still with her hands in her lap and say nothing, do nothing. She was tired of her words of worry fell on deaf ears and who only told her to stay out of trouble. It may not be her fight, but people she cared about was involved. Innocent people were arrested and tried for treason. In her eyes that certainly made it her fight as well.
All of this was what had pushed her to leave her home as soon as darkness fell. She was determined to help anywhere she could, she knew the best place to start were the slums. Carina hoped that she would see at least one face that she knew, just one face who could lessen the burden of her worry. It was only as she walked down a dark alley, she realized what she was doing but despite understanding the danger, she still walked on. She gave some coins to beggars on the way before catching a young boy trying to pickpocket her. Instead of getting angry while he tried talking his way out of trouble, she simply bent down to get on his eye level and freely handed him the coins. She let him go without preaching, knowing she would never understand what economic hardship was. Carina only hoped an act of kindness might show the possibility of another path in life.
She straightened up when she heard footsteps in the darkness. Carina started walking again, looking around to see if she could spot the source.
“Hello?”
I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time
Hephaestus: Thanks for helping me.
Ariadne: No problem big guy.
Hephaestus:Is there anything I can do for you?
Ariadne: You could tell me that my husband loves me as much as he loves you.
Hephaestus:......we are evenly matched......
Ariadne: {sigh} I can live with that.
@corvodalais
We'll fall just like stars being hung by only string Everything, everything, here is gone No map can direct how to ever make it home We're alone, we're alone, we're alone Oh take it all away I don't feel it anymore
maiavadas:
“Of course. I will fetch some water and heat it over the flame. Carina, you may stay as long as you like. My home is yours.”
“Thank you, Maia, but I swear that I will not become a nuisance. I think you have put up with enough already from my family.”
Tobias sat at a table of the Inn trying not to think too much of what happened over the course of the night. He managed to let Damon escape while getting struck in the head leaving a nasty cut. Plus, he had to arrest the stupid Forester Noah to get information. But he would get what he needed out of Noah later right now he was concerned about the gash on his head. He was sure it was going to hurt for weeks, and it certainly didn’t want to stop bleeding any time soon. Tobias let out a growl as he struggled with the cloth to wrap the cut. Feeling someone watching him he turned to look at them, “You gonna watch or are you gonna help?”
Carina was still feeling uneasy after her dream. She still felt like a stranger being somewhere she was not supposed to be. Even in her own home, she felt like a trespasser. She visited the inn quite often, it was not for the food or the drinks but simply in hopes to see her friends safe and sound. When she walked in, she was immediately drawn to the man who was bleeding. Before even recognising him, she started to make her way over in an effort to offer her help. Then he turned to her and she immediately gasped. Without thinking, she quickly went to his side. “Tobias...” She ignored the salty tone in his voice and instead called to one of the staff in demand of water and soap.
She carefully removed his hand and held the cloth to the wound to stop blood from gushing out. When the water and soap were delivered to the table and she handed over some coins, Carina took her own handkerchief and drenched it in the soapy water. Her father would surely have a fit if he discovered that she had used her expensive and fine handkerchief for cleaning a wound. “This is going to sting a bit,” she apologized before lifting her hand to start cleaning out the wound. She tried to be as careful as she could, but she knew it needed to be clean if he was to avoid infection. She was silent as she dabbed the wet handkerchief against the wound, but her concern and curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to know if there were other wounds and bruises she could not see - and she wanted to know who was responsible for his state. Carina still cared too much about him for her own good.
“What happened to you?”
maiavadas:
“If you say it is so, Carina. Can I bring you anything to help you sleep? Herbs? A warm cup of tea or anything at all?”
“A cup of tea would be nice if you will drink some with me. I really would rather avoid my father if possible, he is in a bit of a mood today.”
hearthofhanna:
“Is there anything I can help you with? Some tea? Some reassurance? Anything?”
“Thank you for your kind offer but all I need is some more rest. That I am afraid you cannot help me with.”
tobias-venator:
“Are you sure you’re feeling alright? You look a little pale.” he said looking over her. “What happened in you dream?” he asked.
“I am fine, Tobias, I promise.” Carina was not surprised at his statement of her paleness. She only thought it normal after nights turning in bed or night without any sleep at all. When he asked her about the dream, she hesitated for a long moment. She did not want Tobias to think she was strange, she liked the man - maybe more than she would like to admit - but she also hated lying. “My death. It was a strange dream.” It was an eerie answer to give but nonetheless true.
thecalmdelmore:
“Are you sure you don’t need my assistance? Not even carry you?” he joked, a grin on his face as he helped her gain balance.
“I think that I will be alright, thank you,” she chuckled softly. Carina smiled thankfully for the assistance, she quickly recovered from her small incident. “Thank you. I promise I won’t collapse on you.”
back from the dead // self-para [greek week]
She stared at the body dangling from a rope in front of her. She could easily recognise herself despite how pale the lifeless body was. She remembered the fall, she remembered how her stomach flipped as she stepped out from the foundation of the thick branch. She remembered how the rope burned her skin, it dug deeply into the fair skin of her neck until it cut off all air passing from her lungs. As she watched herself swing in the breeze from the tree, she felt a strange sort of acceptance that was not to be mistaken for peace. It was only a shadow of the feelings she had once possessed, it was a numb alternative to an emotion. She felt as if the gruesome sight in front of her was a scene of justice, she had paid her dues and she could finally begin to somehow let go of the past who had haunted her.
It was only when she noticed the presence behind her that everything changed. She still felt strangely numb but she recognised feelings. She could feel the guilt explode in what used to be her heart when she heard the soft pleas. She turned around to see who the mourner was, she immediately recognised the person and she recognised the agony in his eyes. He refused to believe what he was seeing - just as she had refused to believe the abandonment she had suffered from. She watched as he came running and she tried to reach out to touch him.
Carina woke up with an audible gasp that filled her room. Despite taking deep breaths, it felt as if a million hands were trying to choke the life out of her. She got out of bed and stumbled her way to the mirror hanging on the wall. She watched herself in the mirror as a way to convince herself that there was no danger. She could breathe if she wanted to. She spent the next minutes catching her breath until it felt natural to breathe again, she still had to remind herself to breathe in the cool night air which came in from her open window. Her eyes fell upon her reflection once again, she noticed how pale her skin looked. She trailed the birthmark upon her neck and she clearly remembered the burn she had seen on her own dead corpse. A chill went down her spine when she realised the markings were almost exactly identical.
She eventually let go of running through all the similarities between the body of herself she had seen and what was in front of her now. After all, one was nothing more than a mere dream. If there was one thing Carina had learned during her relatively short life, it was that it did no well to dwell on dreams that would disappear with time. She went over to the open window beside her bed and she looked out on the gardens outside the estate of her family. As she stared out into the darkness, the blue eyes from her dream began to haunt her thoughts. She knew who they belonged to, she knew it was Damon she saw, but it had felt different. She had felt differently than she did when seeing him now.
A guilt similar to the one in her dream began to fill her heart. She still had no confirmation that he was alive and well. If she knew where he was, Carina would have gone to hear his side of the story. She knew that he was no traitor, there had never been any signs of even a remote interest in politics. The only political debacle he had found himself in, as she knew, was the ball he had held for both sides in an attempt at peace. What pained her most in her dream was not seeing herself dead, it was seeing how much she hurt someone else. How much she had somehow hurt the version of Damon who was both far from what she knew but also tragically the same.
oh, what if i’m both beauty and beast? // damon & carina
caskofcastello:
He listened, picturing her ghoulish nightmares all too vividly in his head, as if he already knew the narrative somehow. It was unsettling, but he didn’t think she was insane. He had seen insanity and he had seen how easily others could start accusing people of being insane for the slightest pecularities. That wasn’t to say that he thought her dreams were normal– they were far from it– it just meant that she had every reason to want to keep them to herself. A maiden dreaming of blood raining from the sky and waking up without a sense of reality could easily be condemned to the asylums if she confided such things to the wrong person, and he didn’t quite know how to express his understanding without confirming the suspicion she had that he has always been hiding something from her.
‘If you think you were marrying some perfect little lady, I am afraid you will be disappointed. I have my struggles too, Damon, just like you.’
He tried not to show it, but her words stung him as he was reminded of how dishonest he had been with her and was still being with her. He knew he wasn’t marrying her. Things changed since the day he officially proposed, and after he and Ana made amends he committed to his decision to leave the city with her. He was done leading a life that was dictated by other people, and as much as he’d grown to care for his betrothed, he loved Ana more and he had the right to pursue his own happiness. He was intending to tell Carina ( he wouldn’t simply leave her waiting for him at the alter– she deserved better than that ), but now wasn’t the right time to be spilling any unpleasant truths. She had enough to deal with as it was, so he played along, his hands carefully reaching to take hers, hoping to warm them and show a little bit of his support. He finally looked up at her with a small smile of reassurance.
“No one in this world is perfect, Carina. I wasn’t expecting you to be, and I certainly don’t see you as a mad woman… I can’t say that I understand why the nightmares come to you–” He suddenly faltered and his little speech was left unfinished for a brief moment. There was an overwhelming sense of deja vu in all this that was starting to weigh heavy in his heart, and though he had no way of understanding it, his ancient guilt was beginning to mix with his new ones, inspiring his eyes to linger on the strange birthmark around her neck. He thought of his own nightmares where he’d sometimes find her with a noose around her neck. What had driven her to take her own life, he’d never know, but he’d always be left with the sense that it was his fault for not getting there in time, for not being there, for not doing enough.
“…I only wish I knew how to make them stop.”
Carina noticed how his eyes left her own and wandered to the birthmark around her neck. She sometimes forgot it was there but every time she looked in the mirror she was reminded of it. When she had been a child others had teased her about it. When she woke up from her nightmares, the mark always seemed to burn but she knew it was all in her head whenever she touched it. It was never red or sore to the touch but despite this, the burning would continue for quite some time. He had a strange look on his face, he bore an expression she could not make sense of. She wanted to ask if he was alright but she never got the chance before words spilled from his mouth.
She smiled weakly but sincerely at his comment. “I wish you knew too but seeing my father have tried the same feat my entire life, I doubt anyone have such power.” Carina had been visited by a horde of different doctors, physicians and healers. Nothing had been successful in removing the nightmares, all they had managed was to cook up a herb tea which made her drowsy. She observed Damon for a while and let the warmth from his hands transfer to her own shaking ones. “You need to understand tonight was an extreme case. I sometimes sleepwalk but normally not too far away from my bed. These nightmares are a burden, yes, but they do not define who I am. I promise that I will be alright in the morning, I always am.” It was true to an extent, she always moved past her horrible experiences but they all left invisible scars on her soul. They all contributed to her fear of falling asleep and letting go of her control.
Carina finally noticed how he had refused any blankets. She was warm enough now that she could focus on something else than the ice that seemed to flow through her veins. Despite his hands holding some warmth against her cool skin, she knew that they were cold too. She let go of his hands and took one of the blankets off before throwing it over his shoulders before he could protest. “Damon Vincenzo Castello, I swear if you take this blanket off then I will follow you around with ten more for the rest of the night. I refuse to rest before you are warm.” Carina wanted him to understand she was close to fine, maybe not completely alright, but at least enough to show some humour although she was deadly serious about her threat. The nightgown she wore was still soaked, she wanted to get out of it but knew it would be inappropriate. The wet material stuck uncomfortably to her skin. They might have grown closer but there were still limitations to what she could allow herself to do.
“I know I said it earlier but thank you, not just for coming to get me, but for not thinking I am insane. If you had been anyone else...” She hesitated for a moment, imagining what his reaction could have been. “Let us just say this night could have turned out even worse for me. I want you to know that I am grateful for trying to understand.”
“I am alright, I am simply finding my own two feet again. There has been so much change lately that even my dreams are affected.”
Legend has it there is always a reason why souls meet. Maybe they found each other for reasons that weren’t so different after all. They were two souls searching and found a home lost in each other. When souls find comfort in one another separation is not possible. The reasons they are brought together are no accident. Maybe she needed someone to show her how to live and he needed someone to show him how to love
N.R. Hart (via mykindoftown123)
Maybe in another life, in the very next life, I would learn to love you better. And maybe, just maybe, we would be just right for each other in that life.
L.W. // Because all we have now is nothing but a broken love (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
