Lithium
08-20-2019, 09:29 PM
Sleep was sounding so good right now. Even though she was cold she felt like sleep would make it better. Sleep used to always make everything better. Though lately it didn't make the aches of her heart better. Blaise was gone, as was every one of her children. They were old enough now though that they could be safe in the world. Even if their pack had never found the one who fathered them they would be safe. Torin had forgot her existence long ago as had all of the pack. They wouldnt miss her, she knew. A voice, harsh but softer than she remembered roused her slightly. It was so far off. Zell sounded like he was underwater. He'd get no answer right now though. She'd been silent in the pack, only doing what she needed to do to do her own part, staying out of the way. Was he happy that she stayed out of the way? That she stayed inside the borders after her incident? That she stopped playing miniature faite? He must have hated her for so long now. Why though? His voice came back softer. Her dual toned eyes opening, the haze over them revealed alot about her current condition. "My chest hurts...." her voice was so soft and defeated. She'd never recovered from the death of naeva. She'd never recovered from her rape. She was broken in many ways. Even though he had never adopted her like faite had, he was the only one she knew to look towards now without Faite here. That's where her heart had began hurting. When faite abandoned them all. She'd been left without a parent again and no one had stepped up to fill that void in her life. She worked her way to her feet once more, wobbly as she was. She was told to go inside, she needed to move to keep from angering zell then. Only a few short steps towards the den and she was on the ground again. The edges of her vision were dark. Her breathing was ragged. She rearranged herself to be comfortable once more. "Don't tell Torin......" she was out of energy. Out of the will to move anymore. "Sorry da-zell...." she turned her eyes towards the wine marked male. She corrected herself, her hazed mind forgetting for the moment that he didnt like, nor want her. He'd be mad at her she knew. But for some reason she just didnt have the energy to care. She slowly lowered her eyes and let a sigh leave her as she slipped further into unconsciousness. It wasnt but a few minutes and her breathing halted, her body still and cold. Her mind was silent and body relaxed. -exit via death- Walk, "Talk" Think |
Faite as Jewell's guardian is allowed in any and all her threads regardless of the tag. She may enter as she see's fit.
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