Shook hands with the devil
09-02-2020, 05:14 AM
Watching the massacre was difficult. There were many times when she had to look away for a moment, but her eyes somehow always found a way back to the fight. She wasn’t sure if she could really call this a fight with how brutally Osmond was getting beaten, but Osmond certainly tried to fight back in the beginning. He was just so vastly out matched. At some point his screams stopped and she thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn't. The woman went on shred Osmond to pieces. Her eyes widened with shock as she watched and a few times she found herself looking to Tamsyn to see if she was just as disturbed by the turn of events, but only found a calm acceptance on her features. Was this how all wolves here were? Had Tamsyn really been among them long enough to not be phased by all of this blood and gore? There were so many questions running through her head and those combined with the overwhelming emotions from the rest of the days events made it impossible for her to process any of it. It finally stopped and Rhona was grateful. She felt a bit numb, but she was still anxious as she sat next to Tamsyn in the eerie quiet. Her eyes were fixed on the ground in front of her with her entire system too overwhelmed to process any of it when a man approached them. She looked up at him nervously, feeling herself instinctively shrink back away from him. Men had only ever been a source of pain and fear. It wasn’t until she saw the man kiss Tamsyn’s cheek and her give him affection in return that she began to reconsider. She was still nervous as she watched him, but it at least made her fight or flight instincts calm slightly. The bump he gave her shoulder made her flinch despite her best efforts and she looked up at him apologetically. ”I’m Rhona,” she replied quietly after he introduced himself, the faint waver to her voice making her realize that she was trembling slightly. Her eyes followed Tamsyn as she went to tend to the larger woman and her gaze lingered on the carnage again. He was gone. The thought was one that she had already known logically, but emotionally it was just starting to set in. He was gone. She was free. There were too many emotions for her to sort out one from another, but the relief eventually rose to the top. Without really meaning to, she found herself leaning into Sirius’ shoulder as she began to process the fact that Osmond was gone. “He’s gone,” she repeated out loud as if saying it to the world would help her make sense of it. A confused, relieved, slightly giddy laugh left her and she let her head lean into Sirius as well. “He’s gone.” |
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