Her face, a halo of light in the darkness surrounding...Her touch, healing fingers against a beaten face...Her kiss, a breath of life when it seemed all hope had been suffocated.
Her words, the spell to shatter the woven darkness hindering all that it's dark reaches dared to touch.
Amerry was back. She was back, appearing changed and scarred, but it was no matter to Zurich; a year of unspoken pain had slipped by, neither Harlyn nor Zurich daring to whisper her name, each passing day another slipping notion that she may lay dead elsewhere. When her name was mentioned, it would always cast a heavy blanket upon the room, and silence would follow for the teeth-gritting mourning, the flicking dance of the flames feeling suddenly cold...
If it were not for Amerry, Zurich knew that she would not be where she was today: Her leaders twin had dragged her head-first into the affairs of Indignation, perhaps even causing the mold that would start the feud between their group and House Estellin.
It would be her love, her protecting force against Harly's desire to rid of the girl, that led to her betrayal of Indignation...Zurich would never mention this when asked of why she joined the extreme vigilantes; only speak some altered version, close to some truth, scared to utter her name upon her disappearing. Amerry.
Dee's return only sparked a sense of hopelessness...Zurich did feel love for her, as much as she feared the older woman, but for Amerry—she felt longing for the ever-faithful attitude, for her hand that did not strike Zurich when Dee's did...
Two opposite pulls of love. To lead or to follow. Zurich stood at crossroads, it seemed, each one leading to similar promises of guilt and lust. Each one would tug her, she knew, by each arm in a desperate competition to reclaim the girl that had shaped their lives...Pull, rip, tear, bite her until there would be nothing left of Zurich but mangled limbs and dried blood.
Now that Amerry was back, the previous sense of dependence had seeped in; for both lovers, the dependance would be just as strong. She could not follow either of their urges(one in form of gentle assurance, the other in beating Zurich to the ground), stuck in a swirling mass of tearing anxiety.
Zurich took a long, deep breath, her clear blue eye turning to gaze each which way that she could move. Her feet began moving against her will, instinct leading her...Right off of the crossroads. She tread perfectly between them, into a thick bog that threatened to keep her in place and slowly sink her to the core of the ground.
