traditional crafts and tuesday afternoons
tori
Fertile
09-09-2023, 09:11 AM
She hadn't supposed that the finally over feeling had settled in, not yet. The nightmares would likely be with her always, though it wasn't every night anymore. Though Kiriko had begun to relax, she still looked over her shoulder near constantly. Things had gotten easier here, hidden away among the bamboo. They were easier, but they would never be easy. She was a healer, she dealt in these types of ailments. Kiriko knew the advice she'd give herself, and the way she'd treat a patient in her condition. Knowing all the right things doesn't make it easier, not for her. Not yet. Hattori's words bring a far away look to Kiriko's eye. She can see it, the way things were in the last few, normal days. Mostly normal days. Sure, everyone knew something was coming, but the specifics were clouded right until the moment. Nothing, and then everything all at once. If you'd asked Kiriko, she could picture the last normal day before her world came tumbling down. She could retrace her steps, tell you who she'd spoken to. Feel the worn stone paths beneath her paws, the ones that would be stained in blood mere hours later. All of it was strangely crystalized in her memory, where she supposed it would always be. "The same characters, different actors." She speaks softly, only a bit wistful. But that piercing silver gaze slices right through her. Kiriko's heart pounds in her chest, it's like he sees her. He sees her in a way that makes her nervous. She's dizzy, momentarily. Hattori can see, or has seen, something within her. "I could never, and wouldn't if I could." The words are a whisper, her eyes still wide. What did he know? Kiriko feared it was too much, already. |
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