Rosie <3 somewhere...I don't know...Date to the 15th...And thanks--For everything.
Saying Selene was a mess was certainly an understatement, a whole fricken understatement. Once luscious and soft raven locks were tangled and matted with blood, crimson orbs wide with fear of everything that moved. A small trembling physique slipped past trees and bushes, a dagger held tight in her shaking hand. Thinking of Isa, Selene quietly cursed the woman in her mind. Daughter of Nyx and Erebus, daemon of death...I curse you. How she wanted to rant on to the bitch about the way that her life had been ruined, how much she just wanted to stick something sharp in her throat, doom her to the stinking smelly pits of Amut's lair, to have her heart devoured by the destroyer. That bitch...how could she dare to say things such as before? Tell the young coydog to her face that because Hadley and herself weren't mates, Hadley was ripe for the taking. Her heart still was fixated on the ex-slave man, but the hopes of ever being anything close and as mates, as lovers. Was shattered. It was if the fates had decided, lay a godly finger about her frail soul and take down everything she had. After being informed from the silvery bitch back at home, that she had screwed Selene's lover had broken the tiny woman. She was killed inside. Thanks Isa.
The fates had sent down a woman to demolish everything she held precious, stick a sword into her just by saying the words that killed the coydog within. A demon in ivory, a destroyer. The dagger was thrown into a nearby tree with such rage for what Ismeme had ruined. The Italian had the chance. She was a fucking coward that was it.
She could have taken the woman down, slit her throat in Casa when she had the opportunity. Her body was covered in a long garment, hiding the wounds and scars from the view of prying eyes. Gritting her sharp teeth, the chocolate fae tried to avert her mind away from anything to do with Hadley and Ismeme. Finding a pond, a large clear one ringed in large rocks, Sel modestly pulled the garment from her body. She could be hideous, covered in her own inflicted marks of pain, a tangled and corrupted beauty just waiting for the wind to sweep her away and end the railroad of shame and betrayal. She dropped the ugly brown thing on the ground, slipping in on thin legs into the cool water. Relief. That was what Selene first endured in the water, the cool serenity brushing away the sting of the marks, cleansing away the blood.
Going back to Casa would simply be an abomination, to he pushed from Hadley's gentle company and into the cold and numb land of loss. Every single day to see the assumed smug look upon Isa's face. Her victory and Selene's pitiful loss. Shuddering, Sel sank into the water. She couldn't go back. No. Not now, not later...It would be too late already. Life was going to be a fucking wonder. Just wonderfully worthless. Hey, she just might spend another six hours crying her fucking eyes out. That's what the grey witch wanted right? Perfect. Just joyful. Living in self pity was certainly a drag, but what else was there to do?
cause when a heart breaks, it don't break even
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