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Rowena slipped quietly into the Manse, wearing the battered clothes from her workshop. She moved quickly through the halls and into her room, where she shut and locked the door behind her. She stripped the bloody clothes off her body, slowly moving into the bathroom and turning on the water, stepping in only when it was hot enough to scald her skin. She sighed softly, the water washing away the blood from her body. She shivered softly, despite the heat, her knees buckling beneath her as she slowly sank, her tears mixing with her blood as she lay her head back against the wall of the shower.
Theodore had given her the release she needed. The pain had left her mind clear, free of the bullshit. She ran her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes as she sat in thought. Asente had damned her for her relation with Theo. Her heart lightened as she thought of him. All that she could hold for the man anymore was pity. She had offered him her heart, her soul, every ounce of her being. All that she had asked in return was his kindness, his friendship, his concern for her well-being. He had done stepped on her time and time again, and in the future, he would exist without her help. Drew had raped her, yes. He had violated her body and broken her...but he had done what he could to make it up for her. Asente had gone out of his way to cause her pain, and then had laughed at her when she hurt. Her love for him had finally been demolished, as had been his goal all along.
Even his actions last night...his reaction to her statue for him, his reaction to Robyn. She had been silly for falling in love with him, for caring for him. He had been silly for throwing her away.
She stood slowly in the shower, whimpering softly at the residual pain in her body. The pain was real. It would never betray her, it would never leave her. She could always depend on it to remind her of what she was, of who she was. Her body was fragile, and her mind tried to follow suit. She could not afford to be weak, she could not afford to falter. She was still mostly unknown to her kith. She would remain in the background, building her allies, refining her skills. Her sculptures were beautiful, but they were worthless. She looked down at her lightly calloused hands. Yes, winter needed the beauty that she brought with her sculptures, but she had other talents. The shower wall swam in front of her face briefly as she closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall. She didn't want them to know...not just yet...
Rowena stepped from the shower, wrapping the terrycloth robe loosely around her sore shoulders. She sighed softly as she stopped to look in the mirror, running her fingertips over the faded bitemark along her collar bone. She straightened with a frown, pulling the ivory handled hairbrush through her hair. The Sidhe from Pacifica were pointless. They could keep to their little games and betrayals, and she would avoid them like the plague. Or at least try to. Let them stay embroiled in their politics, their hatred, their drama. She had her own to deal with.
Rowena perched on the edge of the bed, the color of her wings having faded to a soft lavender. She needed to speak with Naesin and Marie about the Fomorions. Gregor had disappeared, she had not seen Ivan in weeks, and Ulric was...too young. She was sure they already knew, but she needed to make sure...she needed to know that her family would be safe from the brewing danger. She needed to watch more closely...watch, learn, listen. Portray the sweet child eager to learn...
Rowena pulled the dagger from its sheath where it rested, beneath her pillow. She spun the blade in her hand, slicing the pad of her finger on the tip before restoring it to its resting place. She closed her eyes and lay back on the bed. She licked the tip of her finger, and closed her eyes. The situation with Vir and Asente would soon work itself out, one way or another. She had, at one time, hoped there would be no death...she felt almost ill as the thought passed through her mind, 'Death would cease it all...'
Theodore had given her the release she needed. The pain had left her mind clear, free of the bullshit. She ran her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes as she sat in thought. Asente had damned her for her relation with Theo. Her heart lightened as she thought of him. All that she could hold for the man anymore was pity. She had offered him her heart, her soul, every ounce of her being. All that she had asked in return was his kindness, his friendship, his concern for her well-being. He had done stepped on her time and time again, and in the future, he would exist without her help. Drew had raped her, yes. He had violated her body and broken her...but he had done what he could to make it up for her. Asente had gone out of his way to cause her pain, and then had laughed at her when she hurt. Her love for him had finally been demolished, as had been his goal all along.
Even his actions last night...his reaction to her statue for him, his reaction to Robyn. She had been silly for falling in love with him, for caring for him. He had been silly for throwing her away.
She stood slowly in the shower, whimpering softly at the residual pain in her body. The pain was real. It would never betray her, it would never leave her. She could always depend on it to remind her of what she was, of who she was. Her body was fragile, and her mind tried to follow suit. She could not afford to be weak, she could not afford to falter. She was still mostly unknown to her kith. She would remain in the background, building her allies, refining her skills. Her sculptures were beautiful, but they were worthless. She looked down at her lightly calloused hands. Yes, winter needed the beauty that she brought with her sculptures, but she had other talents. The shower wall swam in front of her face briefly as she closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall. She didn't want them to know...not just yet...
Rowena stepped from the shower, wrapping the terrycloth robe loosely around her sore shoulders. She sighed softly as she stopped to look in the mirror, running her fingertips over the faded bitemark along her collar bone. She straightened with a frown, pulling the ivory handled hairbrush through her hair. The Sidhe from Pacifica were pointless. They could keep to their little games and betrayals, and she would avoid them like the plague. Or at least try to. Let them stay embroiled in their politics, their hatred, their drama. She had her own to deal with.
Rowena perched on the edge of the bed, the color of her wings having faded to a soft lavender. She needed to speak with Naesin and Marie about the Fomorions. Gregor had disappeared, she had not seen Ivan in weeks, and Ulric was...too young. She was sure they already knew, but she needed to make sure...she needed to know that her family would be safe from the brewing danger. She needed to watch more closely...watch, learn, listen. Portray the sweet child eager to learn...
Rowena pulled the dagger from its sheath where it rested, beneath her pillow. She spun the blade in her hand, slicing the pad of her finger on the tip before restoring it to its resting place. She closed her eyes and lay back on the bed. She licked the tip of her finger, and closed her eyes. The situation with Vir and Asente would soon work itself out, one way or another. She had, at one time, hoped there would be no death...she felt almost ill as the thought passed through her mind, 'Death would cease it all...'