Darkest Night (Oryn)

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte took hold of Oryn's hand curtsying low to the ground as she did so, her arm sweeping wide out to her side.

The chill breeze playd around them as she allowed him to lead her in the dance, the moonlight streaming in, the music echoing around the room - all combined to sweep her up in the moment.

She half closed her eyes and let herself go.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn smiled, letting her feel that he was enjoying himself as he led the dance, allowing her to just lose herself in the moment. She was, without a doubt, an intriguing girl. But... he would think more on that later. Keeping his emotions controlled was important just now. He shifted slightly, his arm sliding around her waist as they danced, closing his eyes himself as he felt where the steps should be.

[Flyte Vance]

Feeling herself being drawn closer into him Flyte's eyes snapped open. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be enjoying himself, her hand wound itself around his neck without her noticing.

Suddenly she was swept away by memory.. feeling totally at ease, laughing, smiling until... the memory of fear clutched at her and she had to supress a shudder...another place, another time, moonlight and ... the beating of drums across the plains as she ran.

Her smile froze in place and she felt herself stiffen in Oryn's arms.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn could tell at once, even without looking into her mind, that something was wrong. He stopped in place, but didn't let her go yet. "Flyte?" he asked. "Is something wrong?"

[Flyte Vance]

Closing her eyes Flyte heard Oryn's voice as if from far away.

Some part of her deep inside was reminding her that she didn't know him, that she was all alone with him - no one knew where she was...

Her heart thundered inside her and she felt sure he would be able to hear it beating. Trying in vain to keep it together Flyte swum clear of her memories, emerging back into the present. The room, the music, Oryn.

'I don't care who you are... just hold me please.. just until it goes away...' Flyte buried her face in his chest, her eyes screwed tightly shut.

[Oryn Vance]

Caught off guard, Oryn didn't even think of doing anything other than what she asked. Slowly, though, he touched her mind, looking at what thoughts were going through it, trying to make sense of this.

[Flyte Vance]

She was running, it was dark, the desert streched around her endlessly- broken only by the occassional tree or bush. An Impala sprung away and she heard the roar of a lion near by. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart pounded feircely...

She was standing in the shadows by a fire, a mudbrick hut stood behind it, she was laughing and clapping as a group of tribesmen danced around the fire, their faces grim with the pantomime...

Then He saw her. His brown eyes catching her blue ones, smiling... moving to stand beside her, whispering in her ear...

She was running, running fast without looking back, breath in ragged gasps, adrenalin racing.. just as suddenly she was falling...

Flyte pulled back from Oryn with a sharp gasp, her heart still raced, still caught in his arms.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn didn't let her go, he was curious and... concerned? Possibly... he was human, after all. Still, the little gleam of opportunity did register.

"Shhhh," he said soothingly. "Relax. Breathe."

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte blushed bright red.

'Oh god, the whole read-my-brain thing right?' Her voice was breathless, hushed and a little anxious.

She allowed herself to relax against him again, her head on his chest listening to his heart beating, her own beating in time with it.

[Oryn Vance]

"What?" Oryn asked, stroking her head as she leaned against him. Perhaps she could feel his touch since she was an empath... it was possible. Generally, people couldn't feel anything unless you actually try to manipulate their minds. "Just relax, what's wrong?"

[Flyte Vance]

'Oh, I thought for a moment that maybe you had climbed inside my head..' Flyte relaxed some more, 'I think I would probably do it if i had the gift too..'

'Theres nothing wrong that distraction won't fix.' she smiled at him. The last of her tension melted away as she ignored her thoughts.

[Oryn Vance]

"If I've upset you somehow, though... I wouldn't want to do it again," he said gently. He backed away slightly so he could look at her. "What can I do?"

[Flyte Vance]

'No no,' Fltye shook her head. 'You didn't do a thing. I promise.'

Flyte studied Oryn's face as he spoke to her, watching his eyes and the way his mouth moved, it was as if he was almost mocking himself constantly.

The breeze flowed in through the window again and Flyte was chilled. She remembered abruptly that she was here in her white shift, the hem was at her ankles surely but the material was light.

We must make a sight, she laughed at the thought of the ghost girl and the young man. Sounds like some sort of old play.

'Tell me your secret Oryn, the one that hides behind your eyes.'

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn considered this for a moment. What was his secret?

Then he shrugged. "I'm not a nice person," he said, and she could tell that he thought it was true... at least from the emotions she could feel. She could even feel a twinge of regret coming rom him.

[Flyte Vance]

She lifted her face to look him in the eyes better. She smiled at him as she heard what he said. The truth, the fact that he believed it - radiated off him in waves of pinpricks.

'Maybe, thats yet to be seen. At the very least you are Entirely Interesting.' Flyte was confident she was right about this and hoped that Oryn could believe it.