Thought のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

~Luella Trailing behind Revel, I warily look around me. When I first came here, I didn’t take much notice of the interior of this magnificent estate. Either that, or this uncomfortable feeling I’m drenched in is because he decided to revamp his home. Everything around me is different to what I remember. White reflective floors, dark walls. Everything is simple in its design, mirrors everywhere. My throat goes dry at the sight of it. Revel leads me down a hallway and into a dining hall. It’s beautiful, a complete representation of utter grandeur. I’m not sure who is putting on a show here, and who they are planning on impressing, but it’s surely worked. The long table running down the centre of the room is laden with well presented silverware. I’m so busy starting at the vases of blooming flowers in the centre of dinner table, I don’t notice th

~Luella I’m not sure what to do. Della sits in front of me, coffee cup in her hand, looking through the wafting steam right into my eyes. Despite the forwardness of her stare, it seems as though she is looking right through me, or that there is nothing in those eyes. If I weren’t so already uncomfortable with our situation, I would be concerned about her. I am concerned about her, for thinking it’s okay to be with a pureblood immortal. It took me a lot of consideration to invite her into my home. After the interaction with Time last night - if that was truly real - I’ve decided I need to get into Della’s head and find out

~Luella  Thought stands above me, watching me with those glistening silver eyes.  Has he always been this attractive? The answer is clearly yes. He’s come from nowhere, appearing in front of me like an apparition, however I can feel the radiation between us, suggesting the realness of this moment. I sit up on the couch, as he rests beside me, not saying a single word. A waver, like a vignette that almost seems to glow, surrounds him.  

~Luella The sound of soft cries wakes me.  Blearily, I rub my eyes, forcing them open. I’m not sure what I expected to see, but it’s not Della sitting beside me on her knees, head in her hands. Looking around me, I’m in my room. If my memory serves me right, I should have been waking in Thought’s guest room, ready to assault him with questions about the dream he projected into my sleeping mind.  “He broke u

~Luella I’m not sure how he expects me to react.  Maybe I should be jumping up, excited to take an offer a pureblood immortal’s offering. However, my heart completely falls into my stomach. The idea of staying, no, being trapped inside a dream is enough to turn this into a nightmare. And with Thought…I have no reason to trust him yet. Who knows what he would manipulate me to think in here.  “You’re crazy,”