I'm Sorry She Looks Like Me
Tamsyn
Knight
05-18-2021, 12:10 PM
In the days that followed after Resin's death she had found herself going back to their room for the first time since the attack. It felt like her life was segmented off into different lifetimes. Now she was living in the aftermath of that night of madness and the fallout that came with it. Now that Resin was gone - actually gone, not just locked away out of their daily lives - she felt hollow. The hole that had been created in her heart by being hurt by her mate had been filled by loss and pain and confusion and now all of that had faded away to nothing. Just emptiness. She kept expecting to go down to the dungeon and see Resin there or hear her maddened screams from the top of the stairs, but she didn't. It was silent and she hated that silence.
She had forced herself to clean up the remnants of the attack while she was still living in this numb fog of mourning. She tossed out the furs that had been on the bed that were still stained and crusted with her blood from all those months ago, she scrubbed away the trail of blood between the bed, the wall where she had cowered away from Resin, all the way to the door that she had barred closed to keep Resin inside. The blood in the hall had been cleaned away long, long ago. Much longer than she could bare to think about. But she hadn't come in her room. Hadn't allowed anyone to touch it. She wanted to do it herself, needed to. She needed to face this. She just hadn't been strong enough to do it. She still wasn't, but at least it didn't seem to hurt as much now.
A knock at her door surprised her and she lifted her head to look at the door. She had just finished laying out a new fur across the bed. She didn't know if she would actually ever sleep in here again, but it felt right to do. Put everything back to how it had once been. A voice she didn't recognize called out to her by name and that pulled her curiosity enough to walk over to the door, pulling it open. She had put a small smile on her lips to greet whoever it was, but the moment that her mint eyes found the familiar yellow gaze it felt like her heart stopped and her breath caught in her chest, her smile falling away. Confusion pulled at her expression as she looked at the woman in front of her, her mind taking several moments to catch up with her. She had Resin's eyes, the familiar ebony mask marking her face, gray hues covering the rest of her body. But this wasn't Resin. There were two eyes, not one, and there were no scars. The scars that had drawn her into Resin from the beginning.
"O-Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry," she finally breathed as she found her way back to the present, refocusing on the woman in front of her that wasn't Resin. Certainly, definitely not Resin. She gave the stranger an apologetic look, bringing that smile back to her lips. "You just... You look like..." Resin. Her Resin. She swallowed hard around a lump forming in her throat, but she refused to cry. She had shed enough tears and she didn't want any more. "I'm sorry, it seems that you know my name, but I don't know yours... Who are you?"
Tamsyn Carpathius
She had forced herself to clean up the remnants of the attack while she was still living in this numb fog of mourning. She tossed out the furs that had been on the bed that were still stained and crusted with her blood from all those months ago, she scrubbed away the trail of blood between the bed, the wall where she had cowered away from Resin, all the way to the door that she had barred closed to keep Resin inside. The blood in the hall had been cleaned away long, long ago. Much longer than she could bare to think about. But she hadn't come in her room. Hadn't allowed anyone to touch it. She wanted to do it herself, needed to. She needed to face this. She just hadn't been strong enough to do it. She still wasn't, but at least it didn't seem to hurt as much now.
A knock at her door surprised her and she lifted her head to look at the door. She had just finished laying out a new fur across the bed. She didn't know if she would actually ever sleep in here again, but it felt right to do. Put everything back to how it had once been. A voice she didn't recognize called out to her by name and that pulled her curiosity enough to walk over to the door, pulling it open. She had put a small smile on her lips to greet whoever it was, but the moment that her mint eyes found the familiar yellow gaze it felt like her heart stopped and her breath caught in her chest, her smile falling away. Confusion pulled at her expression as she looked at the woman in front of her, her mind taking several moments to catch up with her. She had Resin's eyes, the familiar ebony mask marking her face, gray hues covering the rest of her body. But this wasn't Resin. There were two eyes, not one, and there were no scars. The scars that had drawn her into Resin from the beginning.
"O-Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry," she finally breathed as she found her way back to the present, refocusing on the woman in front of her that wasn't Resin. Certainly, definitely not Resin. She gave the stranger an apologetic look, bringing that smile back to her lips. "You just... You look like..." Resin. Her Resin. She swallowed hard around a lump forming in her throat, but she refused to cry. She had shed enough tears and she didn't want any more. "I'm sorry, it seems that you know my name, but I don't know yours... Who are you?"
