Reasons beyond Valerie’s comprehension had her smile when Beth stepped up to walk with her. Side by side, the confident way she took the blonde’s hand made the act seem natural. Regardless of the fact that Valerie could literally count on one, the amount of people she’d ever walked with like that, fingers entwined together.
“I think people put too much faith in faith.” The words were out before she could stop them and the girl chuckled, looked sideways at Beth, and let the rest of the brunette’s words sink in. Oh, they struck a chord within her, not emotional exactly. Something else, something more which twisted inside her veins that she tried to ignore as best she could.
There was a name for what she was, a word that had no life breathed into it, not once. Not ever.
Valerie couldn't bring herself to say it. The blonde could follow through on her calling, go out on duty each night, and accepted it as naturally as any girl could. Conflicted emotions restricted her ability to admit it verbally, as if in doing so was some kind of defeat. In Valerie's mind what she was and who she was were entirely separate things. She wasn't anything other than that, yet if she stated so, she feared who she was would disappear. Replaced instead by what she was. Individual identity gone. A shadow self that reflected nothing but death and darkness.
“It doesn’t matter what other people think, if you get lost in a certain role it’s because somewhere down the line you wanted too.”
Valerie brushed her free hand through her hair as they walked through the park, shadows stretching and twisting with the trees. The blonde turned to look at Beth for a second before she sighed thoughtfully.
“Nobody can take away who you are unless you let them. People tend to forget that.” She turned her gaze skyward and breathed. “Power comes from within.”
She didn’t just mean those of supernatural origins but all people in general. Willpower, inner strength, call it what you will, there were those who had it and those who lacked sufficient amounts.
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“I think people put too much faith in faith.” The words were out before she could stop them and the girl chuckled, looked sideways at Beth, and let the rest of the brunette’s words sink in. Oh, they struck a chord within her, not emotional exactly. Something else, something more which twisted inside her veins that she tried to ignore as best she could.
There was a name for what she was, a word that had no life breathed into it, not once. Not ever.
Valerie couldn't bring herself to say it. The blonde could follow through on her calling, go out on duty each night, and accepted it as naturally as any girl could. Conflicted emotions restricted her ability to admit it verbally, as if in doing so was some kind of defeat. In Valerie's mind what she was and who she was were entirely separate things. She wasn't anything other than that, yet if she stated so, she feared who she was would disappear. Replaced instead by what she was. Individual identity gone. A shadow self that reflected nothing but death and darkness.
“It doesn’t matter what other people think, if you get lost in a certain role it’s because somewhere down the line you wanted too.”
Valerie brushed her free hand through her hair as they walked through the park, shadows stretching and twisting with the trees. The blonde turned to look at Beth for a second before she sighed thoughtfully.
“Nobody can take away who you are unless you let them. People tend to forget that.” She turned her gaze skyward and breathed. “Power comes from within.”
She didn’t just mean those of supernatural origins but all people in general. Willpower, inner strength, call it what you will, there were those who had it and those who lacked sufficient amounts.