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 Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2023 10:33 pm
  
"I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me. The best of us can find happiness, in misery..."
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The sharp retort her words earned her from the petite vampire had her wanting to growl. Damn it all, couldn’t the female just wait two more goddamn minutes?! She turned to toss her own response at Izzy’s retreating back, only to swallow the words. It would do no good. Hell, it would probably just end up in a fight she really didn’t have the energy for. Making a mental note to deal with her late, Callie waved a hand at both Luke and Iz before shifting her focus completely back to the she-wolf before her.
At Lexi’s questions, she felt her irritation with their friend rise to the surface once again. She was seriously going to tape that woman’s mouth shut the first chance she got! Forcing herself to breathe, the Alpha set the plate aside on the nearby desk and waved a hand towards the door. If Lexi wanted to leave, she wasn’t going to stop her. Who was she to tell her what to do? After all, the doctor had said she could do with some physical training after a couple of days. And it had been more than that by now. With no more excuse to keep her confined to the bed, where she was safest, Cal stepped back towards the door and crossed her arms over her chest.
”If that is what you wish. I’ll be across the hall if you need me. Be sure to eat something before you go.” With that said, she spun on her heel and headed for the exit. She ignored the look Luke gave her in passing, not wanting to deal with him either. She’d spent the last three days trying to take care of anyone, and now she was no longer needed. So, she’d find something else to do with her time. Let them all fend for themselves now. She didn’t care. The thought had a lump forming in her throat that she did her damnedest to ignore as she left, leaving the door open behind her as she trudged towards her own dorm.
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Location: The wolf dorms. Company: Lexi - Alone Thoughts: 'Whatever. Like I need to be around them anymore anyway. I have myself to worry about too, right?’
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2023 10:54 pm
   "Great things are in my future. Watch me do exactly what you said I could not."After the madness and mayhem that had been the winter ball, the fiery wolf found himself stuck on clean up duty. Granted, he was on a lighter detail than he usually would have, but he tried not to complain. Whatever he could do to help get the school back to rights was what he would do. In the back of his mind, he knew that fixing up the mess that had become the campus and grounds helped out a certain female. One he hadn’t been able to get off his mind for the last three days. Of course, that was a normal occurrence for him, but he tried not to dwell on that as he went through the motions that came with his job.
On the morning of the third day, he ended up in his office after stopping to check in with his favorite Doc. Julian had given him the green light for manual labor and he was itching to start digging in and really getting his hands dirty. The Fates, however, had other plans. Ones that had his nose scrunching up in disgust as he strolled up to his desk. Something smelled foul, and it was a scent he knew almost immediately. Annoyed by its presence, Liam picked up the letter and gave it a quick read.
”Why in the hell does that wicked woman want to see me? Isn’t there someone else around here she can bother?” He grumbled at his luck before turning to face the male that had joined him in the room. The look Julian gave him had him sighing and shaking his head in response. ”Fine, fine, I’ll go. But yer comin’ with me.” Liam grinned as he hooked his arm around the other male’s shoulders affectionately, chuckling at the way his companion jumped in response. He knew he shouldn’t have spooked the poor guy, but he simply couldn’t help it. It was nice to be able to be around his friend and not be the patient this time around.
It didn’t take them long to get out of the building and across the campus to where Roxanne was waiting. Her words had him arching a brow in response before looking over the structure she had asked them to meet her at. If he hadn’t known any better, he would believe it to be just part of the scenery. One of the many things that made Rathmore the magical and unique place it was. Of course, the blonde woman knew far more about it than either of the men so he released his friend to cross his arms over his chest as he listened.
”Our mistake, Roxanne. Didn’t know yeh’d be needin’ me for some kind of recovery mission. Maybe next time yeh should try this new thin’ called a cellphone. Might make things easier for yeh.” Annoyed, he arched a scarlet brow at her mention of traps and narrowed his quicksilver gaze onto her. What in the hell was she up to? And why did she need him, of all people, to help her with it?
”Spill it, woman. What do yeh want from me” Location: Out on the grounds. Company: Roxy and Julien
Thoughts: 'Damn woman is a pain in the arse!’
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2023 3:41 pm
♫ 'You're cynical and beautiful, You always make a scene, You're monochrome, delirious, You're nothing that you seem...' ♫
⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ◀▏❣🖋▕▶ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ Location: Her Office
Company: Michelet
Houlihan's face shifted with concern but understanding. Her emotional sensing still being tuned into his presence felt the solid ground tremble with an internal quake of anger. Thankfully he relaxed to accept the removal of the curse and even admitted his trust in her. The professor was unable to hold back a genuine soft smile, though deep down she hoped that the unclear truth about the removal of the curse being a transfer wasn't a breaking of that trust.
“Alright.” Standing from the chair she moved over to her desk draw and began to fish through for something. “Though I hope you understand Michelet, to protect your friends is noble...” She glanced up from her searching to briefly make eye contact. “...But to seek revenge is selfish.” Her eyes returned back to the contents of the draw she shuffled around before deciding it wasn't in there and shutting it with slight frustration and moving over to a display cabinet draw. “Any escalation will only provoke further escalation.” Sweeping her hand into the back of the unit a small ball of red yarn rolled to the front. “Ah! Here it is.” She mumbled to herself before unravelling a length of it around her fingers and turning back over her shoulder to speak with her student again. “I know you probably feel like they deserve it, or you want to teach them not to mess-...” She struggled with the yarn, trying to snap the sectioned piece off by hand. “...-with- y-you!” Finally it gave and professor sighed with an huff of effort and threw the remaining roll back in the draw and tapped it closed with her hip. “But, you have to ask yourself; is it worth it? Your friends worrying about you or event getting involved to protect you.” She approached and sat in front of him on the chair again, unwrapping the yarn tangled around her fingers. “If you know who the culprit is and do not wish to tell me I understand, but please try to consider your options and consequences before retaliating. And if you're ever second guessing yourself or just need a moment aside to pause, you know where my office is or you can always ask reception to beep me. Alright?” She smiled reassuringly at him, there was no judging his instinct to fight back, it was only natural. The trick was not letting that feeling rule you where you lose sight of the important things.
“Okay, you ready?” She took the string in one hand and held up her other palm out towards him. “Just place your hand against mine and take a nice deep breath.” If he accepted and placed his palm against hers she would began to drape the yarn around to bind loosely them together. Her concentration shifted entirely over to the string as she remained held onto the very end with her forefinger and thumb so the red strip disappeared between them. Closing her eyes she sensed the connection to Michelet and began leading an invisible line through the treacherous terrain to the source of the curse. But as she strung the web, something gave her pause, almost like the feeling she wasn't alone. A presence. Observing? Judging? She wasn't sure, but it made her very aware to watch her step. Clearly she wasn't the only guardian looking to protect the young bokor.
Finally, with her magic rooted and no apparent interference with her mysterious watcher, she continued. “Oslab' khvatku, sdvin' puty...” Her natural Slavic dialect, husky and rich, almost seemed to reverberate throughout the room. As she spoke the loose yarn tightened slowly around their hands and began to softly glow as she fed more of her magic through it. “Vydokhni! Podoydi ko mne.” Suddenly the loose end of string that hung over their hands ignited and fizzled up the binding like a fuse. There was no heat against their skin though, instead the yarn burned unnaturally cold and the blackened debris flaked into ash and rose swirling into air above them.
Houlihan took a deep breath in preparation as the fuse released their hands and crawled up the last few inches before disappearing between her fingers in an anti-climatic puff of smoke. She didn't move, but she could feel it immediately. Being so in-tuned with her unique senses made it easy to recognize a foreign disturbance, but there was no effect beyond that, so she finally exhaled calmly. “That seemed to go well.” She tiredly opened her eyes, the curse was having no effect but the energy and magic used to force the transfer was a bit of a drain on her already dwindling reserves. The connection between her health and youth with her magic reserves was very clear on her face. The circles under her eyes had darkened further and her face turned pale. Knowing how she probably looked she tried to shrug it off with a quick rub of her eyes. “I need to get more sleep.” She half chuckled for the illusion. Last thing she wanted was a troubled student worrying about putting a strain on her.
Thoughts/Mood: 'Everything went well, but I seriously need a top up...' OOC:⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ♫ 'I'm drowning in your vanity, Your laugh is a disease, You're dirty and you're sweet, You know you're everything to me.' ♫
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2023 5:54 pm
 ♛◇◈◊ ꙰ ◊◈◇♛ ♛◇◈◊ ꙰ ◊◈◇♛ 🎼 〖 '𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼,
𝓢𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮...' 〗 〖 '𝓘 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓮,
𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭...
𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓮𝓼~' 〗
Kurt had apparently passed out again and woke up the Saturday morning in his own bed. This was where he spent the next few days, sleeping off his injuries and exhaustion while receiving occasional visits from Fish as well as a visit from his new acquaintance Penny to thank him for protecting her. This felt unwarranted though, he had failed to protect her had he not? The pair of them were unconscious and helpless amongst the chaos when Michelet and Rowan were the real heroes returning them to safety. It was still nice to see the sweet little lady, even if he was in a bit of an unkempt state. When he was alone and awake, the voices were not kind. He tossed and turned with them in his head, breaking him down.
When the Monday morning came, Kurt had been laid awake in his bed. Building up the courage to act on his self-coerced decision. 'If I had done this sooner... maybe I could have saved us both the pain.' Wiping the last tear from his face he picked up his phone from the bedside and proceeded to dial for a long and unpleasant conversation. Though there was some solace knowing that this wouldn't be the worst he would have to suffer through today.
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After hanging up the phone he laid there in silence staring at the ceiling. He couldn't stay like this, it was only delaying the inevitable. Sitting up stiffly, he moved to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror instead. Dirty-blonde stubble shadowed his chin and his hair sat like a mop, frayed and unbrushed. With a sigh he broke himself away for a quick shower and shave. He should at least look presentable during the worst moment of his life.
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After cleaning himself up and getting dressed he made his way out the door and up the hallway. He knew exactly where he was going, despite having not seen her since the night of the dance. Reaching the dorm door he faced it and stopped. His breath was laboured and his heart pounded, but there was no stopping now. He couldn't let her suffer any further. A shaky hand knocked lightly on the door, and he leaned in with a struggled whisper. “Tri- Miss Blake?”
Opening the door he peeked in to see a slightly startled blonde girl he didn't immediately know. “Oh, my apologies.” He stopped in the threshold, but when he saw the bedroom door closed she was stood aside he steeled himself and stepped in. “Excuse me.” He lowered his head and shuffled passed her. This would definitely be easier without an audience, but he was at least thankful it wasn't Blaise.
Knocking on the bedroom door his heart suddenly jumped into his throat, like he suddenly realised he was holding a live grenade. “Miss Blake.” He struggled out quietly again before opening the door with all his courage. “I need to talk to you. I know-...” The room froze. Trinity's beauty before him, a sight that felt like a mile away minutes ago, turned his veins to ice. He couldn't take the ache a heartbeat longer and his eyes dropped to the floor before he could continue to speak. “I know you don't wish to speak with me, but I...” His face dipped lower in shadow, trying to maintain the steady composure of a perfectly mannered prince. “I discussed breaking off the engagement with my parents, and they agreed. Your position at Rathmore is unaffected as this was my decision.” He spoke almost professionally, to the facts with dulled emotion but this was quickly cracking. “I'm-...” The words caught in his throat as he fought to hold back the tears. Crossing an arm over his chest he bowed deep to her. “I'm sorry. I love you more than my words can describe, but I'm sorry that I was too much of a coward to accept that I was never a man you could love in return. I was a fool to think otherwise, and I hate nothing more in this world than myself... for making you suffer for my fantasy...” He was having to take heaving staggered breaths now, between the tears that dripped off his cheeks to stain the carpet. “... The fantasy that you could love me. I-I'm sorry...”
Hand still over his pounding heart he stood up straight, and looking her straight in those amethyst eyes, his honest love spread a wide smile spread through the heartbreak. “I just hope you can be happy now, Miss Blake.” It could only be held a moment before the ice took over again and forced him to turn away and attempt to discretely wipe away the tears. “I'm sorry, I've taken up enough of your time. Farewell, Miss Blake.” The dull professional tone was back as he quickly made his goodbyes.
He passed by the stranger on the way out, but he didn't acknowledge her, basically forgetting she existed once he laid eyes on Trinity. As soon as he stepped into the hallway he closed the door and moved briskly down a random direction and turned a corner before slowly running out of steam and leaning against the wall. His hands were shaking, the tears were streaming down his cheeks and his breath hitched like a bawling child. He would have been thankful that the passageway was unoccupied if he was able to care, but nothing mattered. Sinking down he crouched in the corridor and quietly wept.
~ ◇◊◇ Location︙ Daemon Hall: Dorm 101 > Trin's Bedroom > Hallway ◇◊◇ Company︙ Alone > Trinity ( & Alice ) > Alone ◇◊◇ Mood/Thoughts︙ '...𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎, 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒.' ◇◊◇ OOC︙ Nobody:
Me: Here, have a big ol' bucket of heavy. ◇◊◇ ~
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2023 6:56 pm
  𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐲-𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐞
He chewed at his lower lip to fight off another stupid grin, as Izzy complained about the request to keep an eye on Lexi. He was very, very tempted to mess with her on her way out, but managed to refrain, instead yelling an exaggeratedly cheerful "Bye Izzy~" after her, not sure if she caught it over whatever was coming out of her headphones or not. Eyes darting back and forth between the exiting Izzy and the equally unamused Callie got him to avoid poking the bear. Or, bears plural, in this instance. He didn't mind hanging out for a little while, himself, though eventually he did plan to escape the room, and (if he could get away with it) maybe the campus, too. He could only handle so much being cooped up, especially when all his comics and other s**t were all in his own dorm.
After he'd nibbled on something to help chase away the overly sugared coffee taste, he sat cross-legged on the floor beside the coffee table. He could hear the bit of an exchange, between Callie and Lexi, and it made him glad that he had refrained from being intentionally obnoxious. Much as he wanted to be more of a pain in the a**, perhaps his own way of coping with the past events and trying to keep the mood light, a lot of the others seemed very tense. More than likely, they were just all as tired of the close quarters and being on lockdown as he was himself. But, if they were allowed out now, then maybe that would help improve the mood.
As Callie left the dorm, he gave her a look, the expression questioning, among other things, but did not put any of his curiosity at the situation to words. Callie did not seem to be in the mood. He sighed, once she'd left the dorm, and stood up to venture his way into Lexi's room, to see how the wolf was doing.
"I think we're all in need of some playtime outside." he said with a bit more uncertain grin, as he pulled the chair from Lexi's desk over closer to her bed and flopped down in it. "Maaaaybe... she'll be feelin' better after some fresh air? I know I'm pretty ********' ready to be out of this dorm for a little bit." Callie wanted Lexi to be kept from leaving, buuut... well, it didn't matter a whole lot to Luke, a vampire, which wolf was in charge of which other wolves. What mattered to him was that he really didn't care to fight with any of them about who was leaving the room or staying in it. Still, Callie was worried, and it made sense. So, although he wouldn't go trying to keep Lexi in the room, he'd still keep an eye on her, at least for so long as she didn't mind him doing so. "She is right, though. You should eat a little somethin' before you go anywhere. Then maybe we can go see what mischief there is to get up to, huh?" he held both hands up to give her an enthusiastic double thumbs up, in an attempt to amuse her.
𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 → wolf dorms
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 → Izzy + Callie -- Lexi
𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 → no thoughts, head empty
{{ooc: Not out of cookies... yet }}
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2023 7:40 pm
 
"That's just how it is when you're dependable, Liam." Julien replied calmly, though the calm in his voice was betrayed by the hint of amusement in his face. He couldn't help finding it funny, the odd sort of friction between Liam and Roxanne. He'd meant what he said, though wholeheartedly. Liam was dependable, and even if he and Roxy weren't exactly best pals, she must consider him to be dependable, as well. Why else would she call on him? He took his glasses off, squinting a bit in annoyance at them as he wiped a little smudge from the lenses, with a cloth from his pocket. Liam's exasperation got a chuckle out of him, but only a moment later, he was startled by the wolf's arm wrapping suddenly around his shoulders, causing the vampire to jolt a bit, tensing up where he stood. His mouth was a thin, straight line, as he let the briefest feeling of tension pass, the surprise from it waning, before putting his glasses back on. "I don't mind going with you." he assured, giving the wolf a sideways glance. "I'm sure she won't mind if I tag along as well." he'd already finished the bulk of his other duties for that morning anyway, and now he was curious.
He hadn't been expecting her to be so many miles out, but once they'd arrived, and Liam got straight to business, Julien stood just a couple of steps back from the both of them, eying the entryway to the odd stone structure as Roxanne gave a little explanation of what it was that she wanted. Now he was even more curious. Ordinarily, he didn't meddle much in the business of witches, but it was hard not to be intrigued by them at least some of the time. What sort of items was it that she thought to retrieve, and what manner of traps might be guarding them. "Was something in this place involved in the portal the other night?" He wasn't sure what help he might be, if any, but since Liam had dragged him along, he would help how he could, or at the very least, stick around to offer some support.
𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 → ruins
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 → Roxanne and Liam
𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 → It's over, but there is little relief, and too much grief...
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2023 11:02 pm
  LOCATION|| Her room. XXXXCOMPANY|| Kurt - Alice XXXXMOOD|| Shocked - Devastated
Lost in her own moping, she missed the sound of the dorm’s front door opening and the entrance of the adorable blonde that had been taking care of her. She was contemplating asking one of the professor’s if they had Harley’s number, or could get in touch with him for her, when the sound of her name being called pulled her focus. Trin recognized it instantly and forced her features into a polite smile. Just because she wasn’t in the mood to be poked and prodded at didn’t give her the right to be cruel to the girl. Especially after all she had done to ensure the ebony haired female kept her leg.
Trinity used what strength she had at her disposal to push herself up off the bed. Using the frame, she hobbled towards the door to her room to allow the girl to enter. What she hadn’t expected was for a new voice to call out to her. Her body froze and panic began to settle in her head. No, this couldn’t be real! Before she had a chance to even try and hide, the door opened on its own and a very different looking individual entered. For a moment, she thought maybe she was dreaming. It was the only thing that made sense. The Kurt she knew wouldn’t just walk in, even if he had been announcing himself the entire time. And he never called her ‘Miss Blake’. That was informal, and they were anything but. At least, they had been, before she’d done what she had.
”Kurtis, what are you…” Was as far as she got before he began speaking again, his words silencing her almost immediately. Shock, pure and true, flooded her features and had her already ivory skin turning a pale shade that was nearly translucent. He was…breaking off their engagement? But why?! Had she really messed up that badly?! Not that she didn’t believe it, but still! To hear him say such words, it was too much. Toss in his comment about his parents, and Trin knew this wasn’t a dream. It was a bloody nightmare! And all she could do was stand there and listen, stunned into silence as her heart pounded painfully against her ribs with every word he spoke.
It wasn’t until he admitted loving her that she finally snapped out of things. Her body moved of its own volition and had her hobbling a step towards him. No, this wasn’t right. He had to be joking. How did he know he loved her? That it wasn’t a byproduct of just being around her for such a long time? No, this was wrong. Something else must be going on. Trinity opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the words refused to leave. His expression was killing her, squeezing her heart to the point that she lifted a hand to rub at the spot on her chest as if to try and ease the pain. The sight of tears was almost too much, her own eyes swimming as she watched him leave. And all she did was stand there and let him do it. Because as wrong as this was, how unreal it all felt, she knew it was how things had to be. He was too good for her. Deserved so much more. And she was a monster that should be locked away and left to rot.
At his exit, she snapped out of the trance his presence had put her under and slumped down onto her bed. Her hands shook, her body trembled, and tears rolled down her cheeks at the agony in her chest. It felt like he’d take a part of her with him. A part that she hadn’t realized she had even given him to begin with. Trinity wrapped her arms around her stomach and let her body fall onto her bed, curling up into a ball as if to try and stop the hole in her chest from spreading. The move had her leg screaming in pain, but she ignored it. That was nothing compared to what was going on in her heart and she’d happily accept it for what she’d done to the man she loved most in the world.
Once more, she found herself forgetting that Alice was there. It took her a few moments before her presence kicked back in and had her shaking her head and waving the other woman away. She didn’t want to be fixed. She didn’t want to be healed. She wanted to wallow in her pain and grief and be left alone. It was how she would spend the rest of her days anyway, so why the hell shouldn’t she start now?
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2023 1:59 pm
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﹂【'If I find a way to change, if I step into the light...'】﹁ ꧁ ❀ ꧂ ﹂【'...Then I'll never be the same and It all will fade to white.'】﹁ ✿
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Alice didn't get a chance to reach for the handle when the one behind her clicked. Her hand shot back and she spun around with shock. Worried she was about to be in trouble there was a scramble for an apology, but the dashing blonde man who entered beat her too it. Through the surprise she only briefly recognised him to be the Duke Kurtis Rathmore before he sped past with drive and entered Trinity's room.
There was an awkward stiffness in the air as soon as the door opened and Alice immediately felt as though she was intruding. Unwilling to draw attention to herself like a deer in headlights she stood dumbly just outside the room. Even when the confession that began was clearly of private subject it felt too late to move. The Duke was clearly heartbroken by his own words, and the apparent break up was difficult to watch. Shifting to Trinity's reaction she was even more surprised and confused. She looked... devastated? Alice didn't understand what was going on, but as quick as he arrived the Duke left, though this time without acknowledging her. Normally she would have seen this as rude, but catching the sight of shimmering streaks tears down his flush cheeks she let it slide.
She stood staring at the door he exited before remembering Trinity and poking her head around to check on her. The woman had collapsed back onto the bed shaking. What happened here? Well clearly they broke off their relationship, but why did it appear from the outside that this is the last thing either of them wanted? It was almost surreal. After all the death and suffering, this brief conversation looked to be the moment that they would never forget.
With her staring, Trin seemed to remember Alice was also here and waved her away. Alice hesitated though, she couldn't just leave her like this, she still had a duty of care to this woman after all. “Miss Blake?” Slowly she approached, like a worried handmaiden trying to comfort her mistress while doing her best maintain the formal boundaries. Reaching out a hand she placed it lightly on the sobbing woman's shoulder. There was a fumble of words to say, not fully understanding the situation. Her eyes followed out to where Kurt had left and the repeat of his words. He seemed convinced that Trinity never would and never could love him? Turning back to the ebony haired woman it only sank the confusion further. Alice was certainly no expert on the subject, but what she witnessed could only have been described as love.
Carefully perching herself on the edge of the bed she tried to comfort the woman further. A part of her wanted to ask questions, there was something else going on here, two people who clearly love each other don't have such a dramatic break up for no reason. Trinity didn't appear to be in the mood for talking about it though and that would definitely be over stepping wouldn't it? She stared there in silence for what felt like an eternity before the awkward elephant in the room finally got too much. “You-” If she was going to pry into this, she would have to choose her words very carefully. Granted this wasn't the reason she was meant to be here, but it seemed she wouldn't be able to tend to Trinity's leg until she had seen to a much deeper wound. “You do love him... don't you?” This a question for herself, she was already pretty certain of the answer.
✤ … ❈ ⋯ ꕥ︙ Location: Trinity's dorm room ✴ Company: Trinity ✴ Mood/Thoughts: 'I don't know how to help but I can't do nothing?' x__x ✴ OOC: XXXX︙ꕥ ⋯ ❈ … ✤
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2023 6:10 pm
Perhaps Sebastian did have the mouth of a sailor, but Harley doubted there was a salty seaman out there who could kiss half as well. Oh, why did he have to think something like that? At least he hadn’t fed recently and his porcelain skin remained colorless, but it was still terribly embarrassing. He truly hoped Sebastian would not notice, though he would not be surprised if he did. The mechanic was very observant, he had learned, and very attentive. It was lovely, honestly. Harley was certain he had never received so much attention in his life; he hardly knew what to do with it all.
That didn’t mean for a second that he wanted it to stop, though. No matter how flustered he might get, and there was no end to that with Sebastian around. He hardly thought his roommate would even need to see him blush to know that his next words, thickly coated in an unexpected southern accent, had the smaller vampire completely out of sorts. He was enraptured? Enraptured! Only a few days ago, Harley would have insisted that Sebastian was just teasing him, but today he wanted to believe it. Harley gave a sheepish smile and stared at his feet. ”You’ve been so kind… I want to help you as well. And I… I think I would like to see this side of you, too.” He explained softly, not lifting his gaze. ”It is something you are so passionate about. So even if it is a little messy, or I might hear a vulgar word or two, I… I want to experience that. With you.”
When Sebastian suggested that he could hand over tools, Harley looked up with a broader smile and nodded. Then the rest of the words hit him and he blinked in surprise before ducking his head shyly once more. ”I… Am I really so distracting…? Oh god, what am I asking? Please do not answer that… In any case, I would be happy to assist!” He covered his face with one hand while he thrust the box of bandages toward Sebastian with the other. What a silly creature he was, all but begging for more of Sebastian’s compliments. He just… He was just… so happy, hearing those things. He never thought anyone would say such things to him. How could he help that he wanted to hear more, greedy little thing that he was?
The little voice in his head that screamed caution at him whenever he felt a certain way grew quieter and quieter under Sebastian’s influence. Maybe that was dangerous, but Harley wasn’t sure if he cared anymore. There were far more dangerous things in the world than falling for his roommate. Harley’s mind briefly flashed to the demonic dog-like creatures that had crashed the dance before he suppressed the memory. There was nothing like a close encounter with death to remind him that there were worse things than a possible future heartbreak. After all, it had only taken a few centuries to get over the last one; what were a few more?
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2023 6:18 pm
Still, despite the conflict going on in his head, he'd done his best to be in decent spirits after it was over, being helpful how he could, though others were much more helpful. Michelet among them. Rowan found himself awed by the bokor's skills with medicine, no matter how unconventional some of the methods might have seemed. Although he did not think himself anywhere near as helpful as other people, he was happy to do his best to be so anyway, and so long as he kept himself occupied with helping look after his classmates, intermixed with spending time with Michelet, he did not feel quite so uneasy. Eliza, though, had him more than a bit concerned. He didn't know why, other than maybe she was simply still processing the trauma from the other night, but she'd seemed to have completely withdrawn from everyone. Even Michelet, and himself. He kept wanting to try to check up on her, but then couldn't help feeling guilty for it, scolding himself for trying to bombard her with concern when she maybe just wanted space. Or, she really seemed to want space. Should he check up on her more anyway? Or, would his fussing just upset her? Another conflict going on in his head.
The events from the formal weren't the only thing bothering him, though. Earlier that day, they'd encountered Blaise, and Rowan wasn't quite sure why, but something about the encounter had been lurking at the back of his mind since. It was periodically brought to his attention by the fact that, during the altercation, he'd gotten a thorn in his hand. It'd been a tiny thing, easy to ignore, especially distracted as he'd been during the dance with Michelet, and later the hounds. Well after, caught up as everyone was with getting to safety and tending to injured students, he'd continued to ignore it... until yesterday. He'd only truly noticed it yesterday morning, that what had been just a single little thorn from a blackthorn tree, had seemed to grow in his hand. The day before that, it'd hardly bothered him at all. Now, his fingers were fine, their usual mottled two-toned appearance. From the lower part of his palm, however, a pattern like the vicious, thorny tree that he'd used to block Blaise from them, was creeping up his arm. It was worse this morning than it'd been yesterday, when he'd first noticed the way that it spread. It also did not feel like a proper plant. More like a tattoo with a mind of its own, choosing to impersonate a plant, or like some kind of toxin spreading just beneath his skin, in some places making the usual patterns on his arm indiscernible. He also noticed that, every time he used his magic, he could feel a stinging, like electricity, shooting through his arm, and a sudden feeling of... dread? No, it was calmer than dread. Something more like despair. Like there was no worth in having any hope for anything. It was an extremely foreign feeling to him, so much so that it almost made him feel sick.
This morning, he'd awoken from... some kind of dream. He remembered very little from it, beyond plants withering to dust despite his magic, and people he knew being dragged away by terrible things into the dark. He stirred awake at a feeling of someone... or, something? hugging him. When he woke up, it was to Eliza's many plants in his room, having gone completely rampant with growth, the closest ones having cocooned him in greenery in his bed. And his arm hurt, more than it had at any point the day before. Hastily as he could, he clambered out of bed, and did what he could to reverse the chaotic growth of all of the plants, getting them all back to at least a semi-manageable state. By the end of that, his arm really hurt, and he wondered if maybe he should bring it up to the nurse. But what even was it? It wasn't an injury. For now, he went along with getting ready for the day, pulling one of his sweaters on last, the lengthy sleeve falling down enough to cover all but the very tips of his fingers. When he left his room, he gave a brief peek around for Michelet, and found that he was nowhere in the dorm. That was alright, though, he was very sure he would find the bokor soon enough. For now, he thought it best to maybe go see about... whatever was happening with his arm, and then have breakfast.
Not too long after leaving the dorm, however, he was stopped, down one of the hallways, by a sound that he quickly found to be Kurt, slumped into the wall, looking a way Rowan was sure he'd never seen before, and never would have thought he'd see. The guy looked completely broken. Not quite sure, at first, if he should intrude of not, Rowan finally decided that he couldn't just go without at least checking on him. He followed the wall, and stopped only once he was right next to Kurt, kneeling down and very lightly putting a hand to his shoulder. "Hey," he leaned forward just a little, head tilting, as he attempted to look get a look at Kurt's face. "Kurt? You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but um... if you do, or you need anything, I'm here and I'll help however I can, kay?" For Kurt Rathmore, of all people, to be in such a state, it had to be something awful. Rowan didn't want to make him feel obligated to talk if he did not want to, but he did want to be supportive, in whatever way he could. A lot of people had died, perhaps that was it. Kurt was certainly crying like someone close had died.
𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 → witch dorm hallway
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 → Kurt
𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 → Concerned
{{ooc: not out of cookies }}
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2023 7:17 pm
  To seek revenge was selfish. But was that really so wrong? If he did not protect himself, then no one else would do it for him. That was all that revenge was to him, a means of protecting himself against future attempts to harm him. Was that truly so selfish? But the professor was right that escalating things further would only provoke his adversary. He could not kill anyone or even permanently disable them without causing more trouble than it was worth. But could he really do nothing? Could he really just leave it at that? He would look weak. Others would try their hand at harming him or his friends. Maybe the professor couldn’t understand, and that was not her fault. Someone in her position couldn’t and shouldn’t encourage him to violence. And he should not burden her with the knowledge of it. It had to be Blaise and he did deserve it, whatever Michelet finally decided. The other witch couldn’t be allowed to do as he pleased, not to Michelet himself, not to Elizabeth, and not to Rowan. Not to anyone he cared about. Maybe the professor understood a little after all; a lesson needed to be taught. And yet… Michelet closed his eyes for a moment, remembering how Rowan had stepped between himself and Blaise, conjuring up a wall of plants to keep them apart. He could have gotten hurt. Blaise could have targeted him instead. What if he had? Michelet hadn’t noticed anything different, but he hadn’t asked. He should, but even if everything was alright this time, what about the next? Was it really worth the risk if he could not be certain he could stop Blaise from interfering with them again? Michelet leaned back, tilting his face toward the ceiling as he once more took a deep breath and released it slowly. ”Ah unnerstan’ now.” he replied softly, and he did. He would not retaliate. He would find a way to be at peace with what had come before and move forward. He had to. ”Ah’m ready.” Michelet replied, straightening his posture. He placed his hand against the professor’s and took a deep breath, as instructed. He watched curiously, knowing he would be unable to replicate or fully understand the magic, but fascinated by it all the same. The words of the spell were unfamiliar as was the accent, but it sounded natural coming from her lips all the same. There was a power in her words that almost seemed to settle in his bones. Michelet felt admiration and inspiration both. He would grow more powerful and reach new heights; he would match this and more someday. And he would leave these damned petty squabbles behind. When it was over Michelet felt no different, but that was not unusual. He had not felt the weight of the curse to begin with; why should he feel when it was lifted? Looking back to the professor, she seemed even more tired than before. Michelet parted his lips, words of concern trying to form, but she was quick to dismiss her condition. Michelet frowned, physically chewing on his thoughts so that a muscle in his jaw visibly jumped. ”Take care youself, professah. Don’ overdo it. ‘Specially no for me.” He did not want to be any more of a burden than he already had been on the woman who had always been so patient with him. ”Mebbe should no tell you dis if I wan’ you to look after youself, but… I dunno if mebbe Lizbet an’ Rowan already get dragged into dis. Dey was wit me when I confront Blaise.”Keeping secrets was all well and good when he was the only one at risk, but he was now worried for his friends. He couldn’t hold back any scrap of information that might be useful. ”Ah no go after him; you got my word. You make you point. Ah never tink mebbe Ah put dem in danger. Is no worth it. You right ‘bout dat.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2023 10:13 am
♛◇◈◊ ꙰ ◊◈◇♛♛◇◈◊ ꙰ ◊◈◇♛ 🎼 〖 '𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼,
𝓢𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮...' 〗 〖 '𝓘 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓮,
𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭...
𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓮𝓼~' 〗
There was no way to tell how long he spent curled up alone in the corridor. To Kurt it could have been two minutes or two days. His arms were folded up over his head blocking out the world while he wept in his own personal abyss. The reality where a curious Rowan slowly approached was lost on him till a tentative touch upon his shoulder broke the isolated illusion.
Startled, his head popped up enough to peer out at a friendly mottled face. The concern it expressed relaxed him, but it was recognizing them to be the soft spoken flower witch Rowan that allowed his arms to unfurl from his head and drop loosely around his knees. He knew the state he was in and how he looked, his pale blue eyes red and bloodshot, his face flush and twisted, even his blonde hair had been roughed up from under his arms and the tips of his fringe stuck damp together from his tears. Anyone else would probably have loved to see the pompous Duke of Rathmore brought to blubbering tears, but not Rowan. He only appeared with soft concern, even his words were gentle and put any worry of the young man seeing him this way at ease.
“I'm sorry.” Kurt apologised after clearing his throat and stood to his feet. “I-” Straightening himself up he tried to explain, but wasn't sure how. His initial instinct was to brush it off and leave quickly, but gentle boy showed such genuine empathy it was hard to walk away with a lie. Even so, it was difficult to find the words to speak truthfully as well. Just the other evening people had lost their lives, right outside this building, for all Kurt knew Rowan could have lost a close friend. How was he supposed to explain he was crying because he broke off the engagement with a woman who never loved him or ever really truly belonged to him?
Thinking it over only made him realised how stupid and pathetic he really was. The tightness built up in his chest again making it hard to breath and his words came out forced and ridged. “Miss Blake and I have concluded our engagement.” He tried to choose his words carefully. Even if it was just to Rowan, he would not wish to besmirch Trinity's reputation by outwardly claiming he broke off the relationship as if it was Trinity at fault. “I'm-” He tried to continue and explain away his tearful outburst, but he couldn't. As soon as he tried his lip trembled and the tears threatened again. Clenching his jaw and straightening his back he barely held it in.
For a moment after, he just stood cold and stiff in front of Rowan. Not sure what to say or do next, he just froze as if fearing any slight move will shatter the broken vase he was currently holding together with string.
~ ◇◊◇ Location︙ Daemon Hall: Hallway ◇◊◇ Company︙ Rowan ◇◊◇ Mood/Thoughts︙ '...𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎, 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒.' ◇◊◇ OOC︙ XXXX ◇◊◇ ~
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2023 3:24 pm
Ms.Jackson 
"You can see the rooftop of the tower in the valley, it's mostly buried beneath foilage and structure. An old employee used to reside there, he might have information we need to uncover the atrocities committed on those dearly departed." she'd state, pointing down past the tree line. "He was a witch of caliber, his home is likely ravaged with traps and in the state it is they may be less predictable. We're only lucky if they don't work." stating the facts "I can't say much more without seeing it for my self, so improvise is all we can do for now. I'll need your muscle and keen senses just to navigate this disrepair. If that's enough reason, then let's descend." she'd hold her arms out in preparation to climb onto either of their backs to be carried.
On the way down Roxanne would do her best way to point, though some of the foilage and stonery were obnoxiously thick at times. They'd eventually find there way to the entrance and would dismount herself to look over the door herself. Pulling at a few vines and dead branches, she'd push at it a little to try and feel for any mechanism. "I can't feel any settings for a trigger to the door, we might have to pry it open, but..." she'd back up to look it over, the material of the door seemed sealed with age, but it didn't feel as sealed shut as it should either. A roudy teen might be able to knock it down.
What she couldn't see is what Julien and Liam could smell, the presence of someone had been here recently. Even so, the door wasn't budging from Roxanne's attempt and likely needed more force or the right touch. If the door were to open, many red dodgeballs would fall down from above and through the entrance at a lacklustered, gravity dependent speed.
xAREA ｡ Forest x│x ROLE ｡ Witch Teacher x│x WITH ｡ Liam and Julian x│x TUNE ｡♫♩
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2023 11:31 am
♫ 'You're cynical and beautiful, You always make a scene, You're monochrome, delirious, You're nothing that you seem...' ♫
⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ◀▏❣🖋▕▶ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ Location: Her Office
Company: Michelet
Houlihan was relieved to hear Michelet take her words to heart, even if only for now. It was unfortunately a lesson many had to learn, if you care for those who care about you, you should be careful on what trouble you're willing to drag them into. Michelet seemed to understand this part of the message at least.
After the removal of the curse though, it seemed he was more willing to open up with more details, even if he worried of her apparent strain. Houlihan's face popped up with surprised at the mention of the culprit. “Blaise?” She half mumbled to herself. Blaise wasn't even on her radar, and it was unknown to her that Eliza and Blaise had any connection other than the Seer's friendship with Eliza's cousin/nemesis, Trinity. He was on her list though, as were many others. Her shock shifted into deep troubled thought, maybe she would need to take a closer look into Mr Blaise Stygian. There was some vague knowledge of the Stygian family, but much of their history is wrapped in mystery. The Professor was even unaware Blaise could conjure such curses, if that was the case, what else could he be capable of?
Remembering she was still in the room with Michelet she brushed her hair back and took on her more friendly and patient posture. If Rowan and Eliza were in fact cursed as well then she would need to see to them also. What she would do about it exactly was an unknown with her magic reserves running so low, she could push it but that would only cause great risk on having multiple strange curses afflicting her. First thing she should probably check if they have be cursed, Rowan she could probably track down herself, but Eliza could be cagey and she usually got the most cooperation when she came to the counsellor on her own accord. “Could I ask you to let Rowan and Eliza know I wish to see them as soon as possible? It would be best to be sure before problems arise.”
Straightening up she glanced over to her desk where a handful of student and professor files were stacked, her current lead suspects at the top of the list. Unfortunately Blaise's file wasn't currently among them, which would mean another trip to the records and archives. As well as tracking down and speaking to Mr Stygian personally, about both the curses and other events. “As for Blaise, I will see to him.” Her aura was cold for a moment, before the warmth returned to her voice and she faced to address Michelet. “It will probably be for the best if you attempt to stay clear of Blaise until this has been handled. Okay?”
“But Michelet, please try to remember;” She leaned in with a warm motherly smile and soft eyes. “It is okay to feel angry at something we see as unjust or cruel, but how we channel and use that passion makes the difference, letting it control you leads to the same actions we condemn in others.” This was another lesson it was clear the young Bokor needed to learn, to defend, not to punish. It was understandable that this would be a difficult instinct to reprogram, it was similar when working with students who had lived on the streets and often had to resort to violence and revenge for survival. Hopefully for now at least the care for his friends may cause him to at least hesitate on escalating things.
Thoughts/Mood: 'Blaise is a mysterious and gloomy boy, but could he have really gone that far to cause such death with intent?' OOC:⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ⎔ ⋄ ▫ ⋄ ♫ 'I'm drowning in your vanity, Your laugh is a disease, You're dirty and you're sweet, You know you're everything to me.' ♫
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2023 10:25 pm
LOCATION|| Her room. XXXXCOMPANY|| Alice XXXXMOOD|| Devastated
The sound of her name did nothing to pull her back. She was done. Gone. Left to rot in her own personal hell. It was how she was meant to live. How she deserved to live. And didn’t she sound like a complete drag? Shaking her head at her own thoughts, and Alice’s words, Trinity curled further into herself and pulled her pillow over her face. If she remained quiet long enough, maybe the little mortal would leave. Then she could whip up something to knock herself out. Something that would numb her to the agony that was the empty cavity where her heart had once resided.
At the feel of a strange touch, her body jolted and she tried to pull away. No, she didn’t want to be comforted. She didn’t deserve it. Not after what she’d done. But, no matter what she did, her body wouldn’t move from her spot. The pain in her chest, and the ache in her leg, were forcing her to remain in place. So, she remained in her little ball and let her tears fall in silence. It was better than talking about it, a part of her knowing the moment she did the dam would break and she’d be done for.
After a few awkward moments, the sound of Alice’s voice filled her ears again and had her whimpering softly in response. Nope, she wasn’t going to say it. She couldn’t. What could a monster like her know about love? She’d nearly killed the man she thought she cared for, and now he was gone forever. The thought doubled the pain in her chest and had Trin shaking her head in response. Red-rimmed eyes looked out from beneath the pillow to stare at the petite female, her usually violet eyes now a void and empty black.
”Don’t, Alice. Just…don’t, please…” Trinity pleaded quietly, unable to say more as emotions clogged up her throat and cut off her voice. Silent sobs began to wrack her body and forced her to curl even further into herself, her hand lifting to pull the pillow down to cover her face up once more. She didn’t want to be seen like this. She didn’t want to have to explain things to a total stranger. She just wanted to be numb and alone. ”Please, leave…I beg of you…”
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