Post by Wonder Woman on May 29, 2013 14:23:13 GMT -5
Wonder Woman: Drop, by drop, brackish tears fell from her cheeks unnoticed by the waters below her. The Amazon known to the greater world as Wonder Woman continued to mourn. Minutes melted into hours, which turned into a day, then days. Diana completely lost track of time as she hovered over the area of the ocean which homed Themyscria. She should be able to see the island, to land on it and find herself welcomed by the arms of her sisters and Mother, but instead all she saw was the blue ocean, coldly reflecting the sky, all she knew was the sun was beginning to set, again. A cold numbness infected her body, dulling her senses and robbing her of motivation. Lost. She had lost everything. And yet, she couldn't even get mad. It was as if everything that had breathed life into her was lost as her home. The tears were silent, and those she could feel, like hot fingers clawing down her cheeks. Circe had taken what she valued most in this world; she might has well have taken Diana's life, her ability to breath! Her arms hung limply at her side, head bent down. Her eyes peered down at the reflection of herself in the water. An Amazon with no home. A child with no mother. A woman, with no home. No one to turn to. Circe had taken away everything she had ever known, but anger continued to evade her heart. The rage that had fueled her when she threatened Hippolyta and Black Canary seemed to have dissipated, leaving only an empty coldness. Perhaps she really was just a shell, an avatar for the Gods with no soul or purpose beyond her representation in the Amazon ideals, and without her connection to them, how could she possibly continue in her mission. Through the darkness of night she continued to stay there, a silent, mournful vigil. She imagined her Mother, somewhere on the island, was doing the same thing. The same mournful expression on her face. Her blue eyes were reddened from the tears, her face blotchy; Athena's blessing of beauty did not transcend to cover the Amazons in times of heartache. Pure emotion, even one as bitter as this sadness, had a beauty of its own. Slowly, she drew her bottom lip in, her tongue brushing across the petal soft surface as her eyes opened. Even in the dark she could see clear as day, and behind the crystal clear blue of her irises, there was a new resolve. She would not give Circe the satisfaction. She would not quit because the witch made the game harder to play. Tension drove through her body, spreading from her core outwards. Her shoulders, down through her arms until her fists clenched tightly enough to cause nail to bite flesh, blood dripping from the wounds to the ocean. No, she had been blessed, to waste her gifts in sorrow and heartache when there was so much suffering in the world was a selfish enterprise, and she would have none of it. "One day," she said, a hitch in her voice as her expression cracked just a little. "One day, I will return home," she whispered, not that there was any one who could hear her. The sadness in her voice was almost bitter as it gave breath to the words, clunky and awkward from her mouth. <e>