After so long she was still unable to decide whether or not she wished for the blood stained flowers to be inked permanently on her back. She had seen the drawing and she had thought it to be beautiful, but she could not find it in her to say yes. It was too large and the flowers held no meaning. Perhaps if she looked deeper into the tattoo she could have seen things that characterized her, but she feared and refused to do that. Samael was no longer her mortal enemy, but he had still brought chaos into her world. While it was now possible to look into his crimson eyes without shedding tears and wishing for his death, she knew that her terrible wounds were not yet healed.
She was a damaged flower with blood dancing down her attractive form. She wished not to have the proof inked over a large patch of her body. She had her beloved chaos star and for now that was all she wished for. Yet she was reluctant to let go of the paper with the beautifully sketched flowers. Perhaps she could use it still in some other combination. She was good with her hands – had started to carve out forms and figures from wood and bones. Perhaps she should try a flower theme. She wished she had the man’s skills with paper and pencil.
The mansion was large and cold. She had spent little time here lately – she had stayed close to Kaena and scouted for intruders. The Centurion had little to fear in the clan’s own territory in her opinion, but she had been assigned to stay close to the sub-leader and she always did what she was told. Kaena and Gabriel as well as Anselm now held her full loyalty. She sat on one of the large chairs in the living room with her eyes closed, wondering whether or not she was about to doze off. She felt a light tug in her heart, but chose to ignore it best as she could. She did not think he was here today.