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A little about Bunny... β§ If I decline, please don't take it personally. β§ Picky little floof β§ Taken & not looking. Here to write. β§ Aiming to respond once a week. β§ RPs in threads. β§ Will not write smut only RPs | 
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The start of the day was like all others for Vivienne. She'd arrived in the wee hours of the morning to start baking, though priorities being what they were, it was not the first thing she did upon arriving at the Witches Brew. Coffee, that was the real priority. The house blend, Deadly Nightshade was added to the machine, the name bringing back the song that had inspired it.
"I have a deadly nightshade
So twisted does it grow-
with berries black as midnight
And a skull as white as snow
The vicar's cocky young son
Came to drink my tea
He touched me without asking
now he's buried 'neath a tree"
Humming the lyrics, Vivienne moved with simple grace. Witches Brew had been open a year, with a loan from her parents to help her get off her feet. The Solanine family believed in standing on your own two feet and that ethic had been bred and nurtured into the young witch since birth. As such, the loan had already been repaid and the Witches Brew was hers and hers alone.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, the silky strands of blackcherry, hot pink and pale, candy floss pink slipping over her shoulder. The locks swayed as she shifted, reaching for a mug. The tips of her fingers brushed the cool ceramic surface of a mug. A small huff of annoyance left her lips, eyes narrowing. "Put the mugs up higher, Lidia said. The Customers will be able to see the pretty designs you found, she said." Eyes narrowing Vivienne extended a tendril of power, exerting her will over the cup. The black ceramic mug fell into her hand, completely at odds with her look, however, Vivienne had a fondness for the pale purple bat kitty sitting on a scull surrounded by crystals. "Great idea, Lidia. One small problem," she sulked at the shelving that was taller than she was. "I am fucking tiny.."
The pouting faded though as she began to construct her coffee. Caramel was poured into the bottom, more than necessary, truth be told and a dash of cinnamon. Hot coffee was poured over the caramel, melting it into the deep brown beverage. Milk was added until it was no longer black but a pale, sweet caramel color. Lifting the mug to her lips, Vivienne inhaled and sighed, smiling. A careful sip was taken of the scalding liquid. "Mmm." The moan of delight was soft and slowly dark lashes rose.
Turning the pale pink skirt brushed against her thighs, swirling about them. The movement had been silly, exuberant even, but Vivienne felt ready to start her day properly now and that meant baking. Buns, scones, bread and pastries all needed to be started for the day ahead. Donning a frilly white apron that made her feel like a 50's housewife, she got down to business. A few hours later, the smell of baking bread would fill the small cafΓ©.
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The first customers were regulars and she was able to handle bouncing between the kitchen and the front of the cafΓ© with little trouble. An elderly man sat at the living edge counter, the rich golden wood reflecting the lights overhead. Picking at his muffin, he shifted uneasily on the plush leather seat of his stool. Vivienne knew him the way she knew most customers. What they liked to drink, eat and some of the basics. She could tell that something was hurting. Biting her lower lip, she tilted her head. She could help him, she knew she could. Vivienne also knew it was frowned upon to mess with humans. He was in pain though. From the curl of his hands, she could even hazard a guess as to the ailment.
"Fuck it.."
The whispered words were heard by no one as she shifted to the back room. Herbs were added to a cup and she brushed her bracelet with her fingers. More than just the herbs, she put raw magic into the herbs, more like a part of her will. The magic was far more raw than normal spells and incantations. Because she couldn't be sure what truly ailed him, she pushed her desire for him to feel better, to ease his pain. Topping the cup with coffee, a sweet herbaceous scent rose in the steam that curled from the top. Moving to the counter she placed it before him with a wink. He eyed her.
Vivienne knew why he eyed her. While she had never been anything but kind, she confused him. Her tri colored hair, the shark bite piercings combined with her septum gave a very particular vibe that was at odds, much like she had been with her mug. Her top was a pristine white lace top, with a high collar and bare shoulders. The pink skirt was high wasted and almost modest in it's length. She knew how she looked. Knew how someone his age might view her. Vivienne gave him a soft smile. "On the house." Her voice was much like her outfit, sweet in its cadence. The rise and fall of her voice was melodic. After a moment he nodded.
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Simple interactions like that allowed her to feel like nothing was wrong in their world, though nothing could be further from the truth. There was a world beneath the human world, one that much like the books by J K Rowling, existed because humans were so quick to dismiss the magical. Why reach for the fantastical, when one could easily explain it in mundane ways. Rowling had caused quite a stir, though much of what she had written had been based in some sort of truth, nothing had caused alarm as much as putting the seed of thought into the minds of humans that there could be another thriving world just beneath their own.
When the books had come out, the magical world had held it's collective breaths, waiting for the worst to come. Witch hunts. While none had happened recently, the magical world as a whole felt they were overdue for the next Salem. The fear had proved baseless, though she'd been shunned from the magical world and there had even been rumors her magic had been bound. An act of the council, the only choice in Vivienne's lifetime that they had agreed upon.
Funny that. They'd agreed to strip a witch of her magic, something no one took lightly⦠Yet with bodies piling up in the wards, they were slow to move, let alone acknowledge it. Vivienne knew of at least three murders that had happened, two across faction lines. One had happened within the Gave faction, her own faction and it was frustrating to feel like nothing was being done, but once she'd learned of the other two? Vivienne had been incensed. The second had happened within the Grove factation and the last the Elemental.
She'd heard of the other two from Teagan; her best friend, an Elemental Witch. An unlikely friendship to be sure. One her parents didn't approve of, but no one much liked the other factions. The Solanine family was an old family, one that was well respected. There were expectations of Vivienne and cohorting with other factions was not one of them.
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The afternoon was approaching and Lidia had come in an hour ago and Marcus was due in any minute. That meant her day was all but over and she could spend the rest of her time as she pleased. Not that anyone she knew would approve of her plans. The murders made her uneasy. She knew that the Graves were suspected to have murdered the Grove⦠and the Mesmers had killed the Elemental. It didn't make sense though. Sure, Graves and Groves never got along. An old animosity that was held to this day. Yet, it felt wrong.
Pouring herself another cup of coffee, this time iced. Sweetened condensed milk and strong coffee made it Vietnamese style. Snagging her laptop she headed for the garden. "I will be out back if you need me," she called before vanishing from view. Customers were dotted about the garden, enjoying the warm weather and the sweep of a breeze that made the waxen leaves sway gently. Taking a seat away from the others she placed her laptop on the table and opened it. As it powered on, she sipped her coffee. Her hair was loose, dancing with the wind, the long, silken strands floating with each gust. Lifting her hand she gathered the tresses and twisted them, in a vain attempt to get them to behave.
The wind seemed to whisper to her and she heard the chilling voice of a ghost, it's voice brushing through her much like the wind had with her hair. Something.. Someone is coming.Makayla had spent all morning reading the instructions for the VR equipment a little nervous about how it all worked. She didn't understand most of it, truth be told. From what she could gather, it was meant to be completely immersive; from pain to pleasure and everything in between. Makayla blushed, recalling what she'd read on at least the pleasure aspect of it and as a virgin, it was at the very least... interesting. She could feel it as her cheeks heated again, blush eating across her pale skin till undoubtedly they flamed like her hair. Shaking her head, Makayla took a deep breath. Slipping the headset over her hair she blinked as the light flickered on, a bright and cheery pale blue. Welcome User. The voice that spoke was feminine and pleasant as upbeat music began to play. My name is Maria and I am your virtual host. I see you also purchased The Floating Isles of Everleigh. The game is fully installed, would you like to play? "Yes, please" Makayla's voice was soft and borderline unsure as she answered the AI. The screen blanked for a moment before starting the game. Lights faded in slowly and once more upbeat music played. It was adventuring music, it was the best way Makayla could describe it, designed to put a bounce in your step.
The character select screen came up and she reached forward, clicking on create a new character. A list of races appeared; Brownie, Fauns, Humans, Phoukas, Red Caps, Sidhe and Slaugh. They could all be male or female Makayla noted and after a moment she picked Sidhe. It had been a toss up between that or a Brownie, but the wings had sold her. "The races are pretty cool" She whispered to herself as she began to design her character. The process took her near an hour and a half before she had settled on her appearance. A deep blue hair which was almost purple as she turned in the lights. The locks were wavy, but just a touch as they fell down her upper thighs. She'd decided to go with angel wings rather than fairy ones, she likes the look of the slender feathery appendages better and for now at least they were cosmetic, she'd need to learn to fly. Her eyes were the palest of golds that shimmered in the light. Her skin tone she hadn't messed with as it had matched her own pretty closely. Her body she had after much debating, decided to not stray far from her own natural appearance. The character had started tall and had been rather busty and for a long while she had debated leaving the options as they were. No way she couldn't reach the top shelf in the game with that avatar! In the end though, she found she liked the tiny version she'd come up with. Five feet exactly, small, perky breasts and a heart shaped rear. Slender legs and arms rounded out the look for her character. She still needed to pick a voice and finally settled on option nine, a sweet lilting voice; it seemed properly fairy like.
"Okay, now.. class" This would be the hardest part, in any MMO she'd ever played, Makayla had been a healer, but Everleigh didn't have healers in the sense of pure healers, the kind that only healed. They had hybrid classes. Knight, Seraphs, Bards, Primalist, Berserkers, Mystics and Slayers. Knights and Slayers were the tank-like classes with Knights being able to use all weapons and relying on strong shields for their party and themselves. Slayers it seemed used magic to tank, flashing between conjured weapons and highly defensive spells and combat buffs. Seraphs and Primalist were the healers of a sort. Seraphs dealt damage with either dual blades, chakram or dual whips and blessed their weapons with spells to heal, buff and debuff. Primalist seemed to use more magic, much like Slayers, pulling in beasts to control. While it sounded neat, the pet management seemed like it might be hard and if the pet died during a battle her utility would as well. Bards did ranged physical damage but also spent a lot of time singing to bolster allies. "This game is putting a big emphasis on support, that's really nice" Berserkers used their hands to deal most of their damage, their specialty seemed to be debuffing, to weaken foes. Mystics' were the mages though, even they played a dual job like all the others. They flexed between casting spells, providing succor to the other magic users by creating bonds and sharing their much larger pools of mara with others. They needed to link with at least someone else to be most effective, their tool kit came from blending other classes actions together while refilling resource gauges. "I think I want to be a Seraph. Out of the two healing capable classes they seem the best to solo with..."
She didn't have anyone else to play with, having been given the game and the rig as a present from her mother and father. None of her friends had one yet, the whole deal was not cheap. She could make friends in game though! "Okay.. Name'' She'd always gone by Seraphine in games but decided it was time for a change. "Echo" The name filled into the blinking space and then vanished. The opening movie began to play and she couldn't help but be amazed at how detailed and beautiful it was. The theme of floating isles seemed to be in every landscape there was, which meant flying would likely be key to all of exploration at some point. She had wings, how she flew would be obvious... She wondered how the other races flew.
As the cut scene ended she found herself in Cavale, the capital city for Eokilion. Gasping she turned around in a circle. "This place is beautiful!" Echo spent the rest of the morning exploring and getting the lay of the city as she did simple fetch quests. This was the official launch and beta reviews had been pretty spot on from what she could see. She had decided on dual blades to start. While the other two had the advantage of some range, once things were in closer it seemed like things might get hairy where the dual blades allowed her to close gaps and back flip away to safety. It was late afternoon and the server was packed with other players. She hadn't seen a player base like this in a game for a long time. However, it did come with some challenges. The first questing zone right out of the city was The Fields of Elysium, but she found it was hard to tag mobs and while she teamed up for some quests, she left shortly after. They had all been nice, but she wasn't looking for a party quite yet. This was how she found herself on the Quinx, a series of floating isles a few levels higher than she was.
Emperic Fenix were found on the first island Echo had found and were level ten, while she herself was only level seven. She had also discovered if she was careful, she could aggro them one at a time and with clever rotation of buffs and heals do enough damage to take them down in a reasonable amount of time. There was no shared tagging, so even in a group on the Fields of Elysium, there had been too few mobs for the sheer numbers of players needing to kill them. Panting she scanned the rippling grass, she needed to kill fifteen and she had been able to kill eight so far. A cool breeze brushed along her sun warmed skin and she gave a soft moan, eyes closing. A soft chittering caught her attention and her eyes opened. Before her was a Measleas, the name flashed for a moment with a shimmering text. "It's a rare!" It could drop some amazing loot! Between her and it was another Emperic Fenix. Looking around she didn't see anyone else and she did need several more of them still.
Wiping the sweat from her brow as another gust of wind blew across the isle, her dress rippling in the breeze. Her outfit was something else about the game she liked. It might have looked better if Echo had been taller but, even on her slight form it was amazing. Her dress was a fern fern green that fell to the floor, a high slight up her left thigh. Along that thigh was a thigh high stocking that was a warm brown shade like tree bark, with accents of red and pink like leaves at her foot and ankle. Her feet were bare for the most part with only her heel covered on both legs. Around her right calf was a similar stocking though it only came half way up her calf, with more red and pink and even gold at the top. Her arms were covered with fingerless gloves in the same shade of rich brown, near each shoulder was stained glass butterfly wing patterns in the same gold, red and pink accents. The dress rippled and flowed around her legs and seemed loose around her torso all the way up to her breasts where it tightened. Beneath the dress was a body suit of the same green, protecting her modesty. At first she had wondered how she would fight in it; it however had proved to be light weight and moved well with her agile movements.
Raising her dual blades, Echo gripped the hilt tighter as she pushed off from the grass with her bare feet. With the aid of her wings she glided across the sea of rippling grass and flipped mid air to hit the Emperic Fenix. As she battled, dancing to and fro, evading the claws of the mob and spinning to land her own blows she staggered at one point as another figure appeared on the other side of the Measleas. The distraction cost her and a cry of pain left her as the Emperic Fenix landed a bite to her exposed upper thigh. Silently cursing the new figure and her own foolishness she cast spirit transfer on her blades and began her attack anew. She could feel the pain as she moved, it wasn't as bad as if she'd really been bitten, but the pain was still there. She could also feel as each blow to the mob sapped it's spirit and transferred it to her wound, tingling along her skin with a pleasant cool sensation.
It took her a few more minutes before the beast was dead. She would have liked to take a moment, eat a honey cake to restore her mara, but she knew if she waited the prick on the other side would get the tag on the rare. In The end, it didn't matter. She watched as the shimmer attached itself to him, the mob locked. Swearing, Echo couldn't help but hope he died and the mob reset... if it didn't just fade. She wasn't sure how the mechanics worked here. Whoever he was, he was a dick. As she watched him fight, she couldn't help but become more and more upset at the progress he was making. Echo could admit begrudgingly that he was fighting well. He seemed to be a tankier class so a Knight or Slayer, he seemed to be a Knight though. She watched a shield appear around him as the Measleas case a spell at him. The more she watched though, the more her eyes misted with tears. He was going to kill it damnit.
Echo was like this in all games, she knew it wasn't an attractive quality, but she had been here first. She had been clearly clearing to it... Had he been here first, she would have respected that unspoken dibs and not even tried. She watched as the mob died. She knew she should walk away... not say anything, but like her indignation that he had dared to tag what had been hers, she couldn't not tell him what a dick he was. "I was clearing to that, you knew I was.. Why did you have to be so mean?" Her words trembled, as her pale golden eyes shimmered. She couldn't hide her feelings and her cheeks flushed. "Never-mind.." The word was almost whispered. "Grats on your kill... You.." She sighed, she could be the bigger person. Wiping at her eyes she tried for a small smile. "You fought well. Hope you got something good." Turning she surveyed the Emperic Fenix, picking her next target as she lowered to the ground, pulling a honey cake from her inventory. The small cake was topped with fresh fruit and cream. Lifting it to her mouth she took a bite, chewing carefully. She could taste the sweet honey in the cake, the bitter sweetness of the berries and the rich cream. "Mmmm" Her toes curled into the grass and Echo closed her eyes. She might not have gotten the rare, but she was still enjoying the game so far.When one comes into the world, screaming as everything shifts, there is hope that one will find love. Corvina was blessed with raven hair and eyes of emerald green, so true to the color that within their depths black could be seen as if faceted by a jeweler. What she lacked in her delicate beauty, even as a babe, was someone to love her, to care for her. Someone must have cared for her, at least for a period of time, but that memory was lost. Corvina remembered the Dowayne of Valerian Chaska asking her for her earliest memory after being found on the streets of Elua. Vina had been in the bath, being scrubbed within an inch of her life by adapts, the clear water turning murky. Her brilliant green eyes gazed up into the pitch of Chaska's eyes. She had been perhaps near fifteen at the time and in truth quite the little thief. The question had been odd though and so Corvina gave it real thought, before her husky, honeyed voice spoke. "I remember being on the streets and watching an older boy bump into another man, his hand slipping in and out of his pocket without being seen." Vina had no way of knowing how old she was at the time, but she recalled trying it, for she'd been so very hungry. In return for her efforts she'd been backhanded hard enough to send her reeling backwards. Her eyes had shifted away from the Dowayne as that first touch of pain had sung through her blood, blush settling in her cheeks. She did not share that part of the story, her awaking to her true nature.
Slowly Corvina opened her eyes, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. She had been an adept of the Valerian house for three years and by anyone's best guess she was eighteen. Today was the day she'd been found. It had been another adept of the house that had spotted her, in the streets clumsily bumping into men, women in the streets and coming away with coin and other small trinkets. It had just been happenstance that she had looked up at him. Her emerald eyes shocking on their own, but one looked closer in her left eye, there was a mote of crimson, so perfect in her gaze that it seemed the gods had been unable to determine what jewel her eyes should hold. She had no idea what they ruby mote meant, what she was. In the three years since she had joined the Valerian house as an adept, she had come to learn. She had been kissed by Kushiel and blessed by the god and the mote marked her as an anguissette, one who derived pleasure from pain.
Focusing once more on her reflection. The eyes that stared back at her were known. Her ebony hair so dark that it reflecting back blues and purples when light hit the darkness, normally worn loose or in a simple braid, had been intricately coiled around the crown of her head, tendrils of darkness falling about her head in a charming fashion. Corvina could not see the diamond comb that rested within her tresses, but she'd seen her fellow adept place it in her hair. Eyes shifted to her face. Once she'd been told that her features were classical, though she didn't understand then what it meant. High cheekbones that one could cut themselves on, a patrician nose that was just a touch up turned, giving her an almost fae like face. Full lips that curled at the edges, as if she knew a secret, thick lashes and delicately arching brows. Tonight, her eyes had been lined in kohl, making her eyes seem to glow. Her lips had been painted in a shimmering iridescent gloss. Her skin dusted with a pearlescent powder, making her shimmer within the flickering candle light. Every inch of her pale skin had been kissed in that powder. Rising she looked to the other adept who waited for her.
It had taken them time to break her of her modesty but that barrier no longer existed for Vina. Nude, she was a sight to behold and even as the gossamer gown was slipped over her small, slender form it did nothing to hide it. The soft, shimmering fabric seemed clear, blue and pink, depending on the angle you viewed her from. It pressed against her breasts, smaller than others, it seemed to fit her tiny body well. Barely five feet, her limbs while not long were supple and shapely. Turning to face the mirror she could see her nipples, a few shades deeper than her skin and pinker visibly as well as the smooth apex between her thighs. Turning slightly, she could see her bare back, the dress daring as it plunged to just above her pert rear.
The door opened and the Dowayne stood within it's frame. "It is time Vina." Her voice was cool and she took in her adept with a nod. There was high hopes for the bidding, it had been some time since an anguissette had walked upon the earth, let alone within the boundaries of Terre d'Ange. Word had spread through the province like wildfire and men and women alike had waited hungrily for her to come of age. Nodding, Corvina followed the Dowayne from the room and into the hall that had been decorated for the evening. It was darkened, with candles at varying heights, plush dark couches and chairs were scattered through the room and from behind a drape of black, music played. The room had been cleverly decorated to make Corvina the highlight. Guests had been requested to wear dark colors and the adapts the served them wore black as did the Dowayne herself.
As she entered the room, the gentle hum of voices died away as all eyes found her. Corvina froze under the attention, her pale cheeks flushing delicately and her lashes lowered demurely. Chaska had once wondered if she should train such innocence out of Corvina, but now she knew she had made the correct choice. Demure, delicate and untouched, Corvina was irresistible and someone would claim her tonight, leaving marks along her skin for the first time. Be the first to touch heaven and hear the sounds that an angel would make. Her raven haired treasure would bring in a hefty bid and those who lost out on the chance to be the first, would find comfort in the embrace and cries of her other adepts. The night began and Corvina slowly began to circulate, passing from man and woman after but just a few minutes. It had been arranged that bids could be entered once Corvina had made a single pass of the room and could be adjusted as the night went on. Some would not be able to afford the pleasure and others would hungrily give a small fortune for the chance. Vina neared a man who seemed alone, a soft smile curling on her lips. "Good evening" The rich husky cadence of her voice was softened, her eyes lowered. She waited a moment before looking up, her eyes meeting his and holding them while he was able to take in everything she was and could be.Gasping, she frowned. The blow hadn't landed. Something... else had happened. Someone.. had picked her up like a sack of potatoes and tossed her over their shoulder. Her body had screamed at this treatment, but no noise had left her lips as she clutched the back of his shirt. No, Farren was trying to hard to breath through her mouth, in slow, steady breaths as a wave of nausea hit her. Whoever held her across their shoulders wouldn't want her to throw up on them and more than her head was eager for that pain. So in and out as odd sounds came from behind her. Man. A man held her, the voice had rumbled against her chest as he spoke and she closed her eyes tightly. Head swimming Farren was sure she'd heard the word fae, but brushed it off as she'd missed something. Fae were not real. They were a myth and dirty stories. Some of which even Farren had read at some point.
The movement of him walking made her groan in protest, her eyes screwing tightly shut so she didn't have to watch his feet and the sidewalk slip past her with his easy gait. Laid gently inside a car, her eyes opened a fraction and for the first time she was able to get a good view of him and his companion. It didn't help anything and she closed her eyes as the car started. A small part of Farren said she should demand to know who they were, where they were taking her. One small problem, Farren still wasn't sure if she opened her mouth, she wouldn't throw up. Every part of her hurt so every pothole or turn made her body rock and that pain screamed through her. At some point Farren had to wonder if she blacked out with how quickly they arrived.... wherever they were. Frowning slightly she was pulled form the car, almost cradled in large arms. Squirming slightly in his arms she pushed at his chest weakly and once she was quite sure she wouldn't be sick she said, "Put me down.." As they entered the bar.
He seemed unwilling to listen to her as she was carried past the threshold. Still squirming as the woman who had attacked her began to freak in truth and she was dropped unceremoniously on the hardwood floor. A cry left her as pain shot up her tailbone and her spine. The sound was swallowed by the gentle hum of the bar, that sound only ending with the rich timber that cut through the noise like butter. The room around them fell silent and her eyes moved to the woman trying to escape out of a door that seemed unwilling to open. The roar of sound made Farren flinch and she pulled away from the woman, though not anywhere close to her. She could still feel her foot against her ribs, the ache a constant reminder of the abuse.
The woman was pushed through the darkened door that didn't look much like the streets of New York beyond. She said nothing though as the door was closed with a soft click. Frowning still at the door she heard the voice behind her, speaking to someone else. What is that. Farren didn't know it was her to which he referred until a pair of feet swam into her view. Slowly she tilted her head back, spots swimming in her vision. Something.. About him seemed off, though she couldn't quite understand what it was. He was large, built like a wall.. but he looked more or less human and she shifted on the floor uneasily as she gazed up at him.
Her golden eyes flickered to the man who spoke and that frown on her pretty, if not bruised face deepened. Fairy. Orc. Shaking her head some, she stopped mid motion, turning a delicate shade of green. Eyes closing tightly, her small hands curled into fists. One. Two. Three... counting slowly to ten she shifted, rising unsteadily to her feet. While magical things were far outside of her normal scope, though Farren struggled to believe that was even true, she was used to the beatings, the pain and all she wanted was a stiff drink.. a hot bath and some Tylenol. "Look, I am not sure why the brute kidnapped me... I don't.. much care. I just.. want to go home.." Those⦠those words were a lie. Farren didn't want to go home. She couldn't be able to explain what had happened to her and that would only serve to piss Derick off. Which would likely earn her another beating.
She just... wanted to leave. Not the room, not the bar. Not the city. Life. Her body and soul ached and she wanted to see the next life maybe, after a long rest. If such a thing existed. Looking down at the floor that she'd risen from she fought the tears that threatened to fall. She was just so damned tired. The first tear slipped free, unbidden from her lashes and trailed down her cheek. She couldn't... She wouldn't cry. Dashing at the tear with a balled fist as another fell... Damn it all.
"Please.."
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