Red wine supernova

Ember continued to mope while Rebel, bless her heart, did her best to try and lift her spirits out of the doldrums. With her cheek mushed up on the cold stone she pouted and listened while Rebel emphasized that whatever Erik was doing wasn't her fault and that he was a fucking idiot and had something wrong with him. But that couldn't stop Ember from wondering if she had done something to turn him away from her. Erik's culture and customs... they were radically different from her own. What if she'd fucked up somehow and she didn't even know it? But if that was the case, then wouldn't he just be mad at her? Why would he simply just up and leave and never come back? And then there was the question of her flirty encounter with Absinth. The crazy chick from the Syndicate had seemed into her, but then... just nothing. Again, she just never saw her again. And the only common factor here was herself.

Still dejected and forlorn, Em didn't lift her head when she felt Rebel's touch on her shoulder, but neither did she pull away. She remained where she sat, letting Rebel rub her shoulders reassuringly while the taller fae emphatically proclaimed that she would do anything for a chance to do all those couplesy things she'd been griping about with her. That got a little snort of amusement from the heavily intoxicated Carpathian fae. Em tilted her head to lean on her cheek so she could glance up at Rebel with a glint of playful mischief in her eye as she simply slurred back in retort, "Tha's sooooooo gay, Rebel." A cheeky grin slowly crept across the dark-furred femme's face as she tried to stifle a series of giggles at herself. She had no idea of Rebel's sexuality and fully assumed she was just trying to make her feel better. At the very least, she'd gotten Ember to laugh.

Releasing a slow sigh, Ember's bleary gaze turned to peer up at the clear skies above, staring off at the celestial heavens and the canvas of stars and galaxies overhead. She got lost in their swirling patterns and chaos the longer she stared. "Wha' if there is sum'thin' wrong with me though...? Wha' if... I'm th' problem...?" The smile slowly slipped from Em's muzzle as the dour thoughts came creeping back like demons in the shadows of her mind. With this much alcohol in her system, Ember's walls were down, and her innermost insecurities were being laid bare. What if she wasn't good enough? What if she was the reason for all the bad things happening around her? Erik's disappearance, Hemlock's sundering, the Syndicate's continued existence... What if she was the nexus of all this misfortune?

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"