Foolish Games [Desmond]

[nicolev]

You were always the mysterious one with
dark eyes and careless hair
You were fashionably sensitive
but too cool to care

You've really screwed things up this time, Sullivan, muttered the antagonistic voice in her mind, making Adriana cringe and sigh, her dark hair falling over her face as she wearily climbed the stairs that seemed endless, taking her to the refuge that wasn't. Just like her, the girl hadn't weighed up the pros and cons, hadn't thought about her actions, hadn't thought about the consequences. It wasn't a good thing. But she couldn't change now.

She thought about the past weeks, since that fateful dance, and she almost smiled at the gift she'd been given. Don't get her wrong; she's still livid about what she has to do. But it seems to get easier, as they get to know one another, and maybe, maybe it won't be so bad. But then the persistent whisper in the back of her mind would surface again, causing Adriana to scowl into the air and remember...Remember the one she'd had to hurt.

It's better this way. It's better that he not know what's to happen, until it happens. I could still get out of it, she continually attempted to reason with herself, and some days she actually believed it. But there were more instances where she wanted to throw herself off of this tower just for thinking she'd be able to fool him. It wasn't possible for Adriana to lie; her face was the easiest of books to read at will. No, she had to tell him. Tell him everything. It was just difficult, when he wouldn't talk to her.

He's become distant, and doesn't meet her eyes in the halls anymore. She hated that, but tried to move on, as they needed her to. As he needed her to. Adriana figured now that if she can't win against the orders of her family and Will's, they have to make the most of the situation. It wasn't ideal, not for one of her age, and Adriana wished that she hadn't had to give up what she really needed wanted. She sighed, as she stepped into the moonlit room, making her way directly through the heavy doors to the balcony, over looking the great lake.

She sank onto the cool stones, drawing her knees up to her chest, resting her head back against the hard wall. Adriana's crystal blue eyes reflected the stars that had already appeared, strewn across the sky like paint on an artist's canvas. The night was beautiful, and for a moment she was still, at peace, not thinking about the premature drama she'd gotten herself into, thinking only of the stars.

You took your coat off
And stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that