Post by lilian on Feb 16, 2008 18:30:50 GMT
Lily did very little outside what she told to do except breathe and wring her hands or scratch her arms. It was a nervous habit she had, to itch herself whenever she felt scared. It was odd, but it helped calm her down and she was rather sure that the German couldn’t have a problem if she didn’t get up and didn’t do anything that would make him upset. That was her main goal at the moment; make sure that he was content so that she would be able to get out of here alive. His fate was probably coming to him anyway, she thought, and he would end up there whether she helped him or not – though, at this point, she imagined she was helping herself more than she was helping him, since his best option would probably be to plug her in the head now and get it over with.
Taking those long, deep breaths, Lily realized how much she missed her family at the moment. She didn’t miss Robert or her father, that was for sure, but her brothers and mother – she missed them terribly. When one faced the possibility of death, well, the thoughts of those that he or she left behind became incredibly clear. Lily left her whole family behind and now she was paying for it. Back home though, she would probably be pregnant and married, living the life of a typical southern girl, determined by those around her rather than herself and far away from happy either.
She turned her eyes back to the fire as he approached, crackling almost inaudibly as the oxygen helped feed the little flames as they spread and slowly started to engulf the shirt that he threw into pit. He was burning his uniform, so he was a Nazi, not even just a civilian. She sighed softly and watched as the flames first pinched the outside of the shirt and then brought the whole thing into a sea of flames, dancing and casting shadows, specifically on her pale face as she watched, her eyes glistening in the soft light of the fire that was starting to grow.
It didn’t cross her mind to even look up as he spoke softly, she couldn’t understand him anyway and if he wanted anything done, he would surely drag her by the arm to it and that would be it. She just sat and yawned softly, absorbing the warmth from the flames that were building up with the humble shirt and wood that would burn for at least a few hours before she would have to rummage for something else. For the time being, it was just nice to sit and stare mindlessly at the flames dancing in the fireplace, not paying attention to the man behind her. Maybe he would shoot her in the back while she stared at the fire; it would be easier than knowing.
From behind her she could hear rustling, sounded like sheets and she spared a quick glance over, he was uncovering one of the long sofas in front of the fireplace, probably trying to find somewhere comfortable to keep a watch over her to make sure she didn’t run off. Her shoulders drooped further and Lily glanced to the covered windows and the shut doors, feeling very isolated she shivered slightly and held out her hands to the warmth and then blew into them, huddling over her knees, trying to stay still, but at the same time stay warm. It wasn’t very comfortable though and she turned to a certain degree, looking at him, eying the smaller sofa that she had been told to sit on before.
Glancing from him to the chair, she was asking for permission without actually being able to ask. She solicited her wants with a set of big, brown eyes that switched from him to the chair several times and an pleading expression, which she played up so that he could understand in the dim light. At least if she sat there she could pretend to be okay and warm somewhere other than the creaking wood floor, which was beautiful, but at the same time extremely uncomfortable.
Taking those long, deep breaths, Lily realized how much she missed her family at the moment. She didn’t miss Robert or her father, that was for sure, but her brothers and mother – she missed them terribly. When one faced the possibility of death, well, the thoughts of those that he or she left behind became incredibly clear. Lily left her whole family behind and now she was paying for it. Back home though, she would probably be pregnant and married, living the life of a typical southern girl, determined by those around her rather than herself and far away from happy either.
She turned her eyes back to the fire as he approached, crackling almost inaudibly as the oxygen helped feed the little flames as they spread and slowly started to engulf the shirt that he threw into pit. He was burning his uniform, so he was a Nazi, not even just a civilian. She sighed softly and watched as the flames first pinched the outside of the shirt and then brought the whole thing into a sea of flames, dancing and casting shadows, specifically on her pale face as she watched, her eyes glistening in the soft light of the fire that was starting to grow.
It didn’t cross her mind to even look up as he spoke softly, she couldn’t understand him anyway and if he wanted anything done, he would surely drag her by the arm to it and that would be it. She just sat and yawned softly, absorbing the warmth from the flames that were building up with the humble shirt and wood that would burn for at least a few hours before she would have to rummage for something else. For the time being, it was just nice to sit and stare mindlessly at the flames dancing in the fireplace, not paying attention to the man behind her. Maybe he would shoot her in the back while she stared at the fire; it would be easier than knowing.
From behind her she could hear rustling, sounded like sheets and she spared a quick glance over, he was uncovering one of the long sofas in front of the fireplace, probably trying to find somewhere comfortable to keep a watch over her to make sure she didn’t run off. Her shoulders drooped further and Lily glanced to the covered windows and the shut doors, feeling very isolated she shivered slightly and held out her hands to the warmth and then blew into them, huddling over her knees, trying to stay still, but at the same time stay warm. It wasn’t very comfortable though and she turned to a certain degree, looking at him, eying the smaller sofa that she had been told to sit on before.
Glancing from him to the chair, she was asking for permission without actually being able to ask. She solicited her wants with a set of big, brown eyes that switched from him to the chair several times and an pleading expression, which she played up so that he could understand in the dim light. At least if she sat there she could pretend to be okay and warm somewhere other than the creaking wood floor, which was beautiful, but at the same time extremely uncomfortable.
