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 Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 4:07 pm
Thyone did not recall this sort of emotional turmoil being what she'd signed up for, and she didn't need to see the disgust and anger playing across Pandora's features. The exhaustion.
The corrupt senshi was tired, too. Endlessly so, and the thought, then, of continuing this fight (and for what purpose? They both had lost so terribly) was not one she could fathom. She shook her head, wordless in the face of Pandora's accusations, and found a way to her feet, stumbling only a step or two before she was able to run, wrist held tight to her chest.
Thyone sprinted until she couldn't, crouching in an alcove to power down into a dress (which she'd intended to wear to the library) and heels that revealed the scrapes and bruises covering her tanned skin. Avery's phone was buzzing, telling her that she was late for an appointment. In this case, studying with Liberty.
The brunette leaned back against a wall, staring at the phone and swallowing the sob that threatened to climb its way free of her throat. She couldn't study right now. She couldn't think right now. The only thing she needed to do, according to the throb in her wrist, was see her physician.
Knowing she didn't have the control to manage a phone call, she shot off a text instead.
-Sprained my wrist at tennis today, not going to be able to make it. Raincheck?-
Next, she arranged for a cab. Luckily, Dr. Montgomery was paid enough to keep him from asking very many questions.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 4:10 pm
Pandora watched the Grecian dress whip in the wind as Thyone receded. Monster. Bruised knuckles found the concrete, and the world around Pandora returned. Each part of her body felt separate, and she imagined picking them up individually as she pulled to her feet.
The last of Thyone's magic still whispered calming thoughts in her ear, but it did not keep the hatred from seeping. Hatred, not so much for Thyone, but for those that lead her. Those small pupils, wide eyes, choking sobs, they would not leave Pandora's head so easily. Thyone probably had no idea what she was doing. Just. . . following orders.
A deep, calm breath accompanied the walk towards home. She found an empty bathroom, powered down, and checked her phone with great regret.
She should have been happy Avery had cancelled on her rather than having to face the fact the girl had sat for hours in a library waiting for a friend that never texted, and never showed. But, somehow, Liberty just didn't think she deserved that much luck. Not tonight.
-Okay. I hope your wrist gets better soon.-
Liberty didn't bother going to a doctor--she knew what was wrong with her. Instead, she slowly walked her way home, thankful for cold night air and a dark dorm when she finally made it inside. She sat down on her bed to take off her shoes, and never made it past the second set of laces. In the morning, she'd wake up, fully clothed, with a horrible headache.
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