（ ₀₅. ） ❝ rotting like a wreck on the ocean floor ❞
( backdated to shortly after her meeting with florence.
elizabeth can be found in the park; sitting in one of the swings and clearly out of breath. though she currently seems solely focused on rubbing a handkerchief against her hands, apparently trying to clean them even though there doesn't seem to be anything to actually clean off them. she'll finally stop short of rubbing the skin raw and just lets her hands fall to her lap, that little annoyance of doubt in the back of her mind seems to be thankfully fading out. replaced by something she can't quite name, but it removes that bitter taste from her mouth over her earlier actions... and takes away the guilt she had felt bottling up.
so with something that could be considered a chuckle, she push off and starts to swing at a slow pace.
every so often though, she'll look up and turn her head toward what seems to be smoke billowing up somewhere nearby. hm, looks like something in town is on fire. a fact she seems to give a lazy smirk toward. )
elizabeth can be found in the park; sitting in one of the swings and clearly out of breath. though she currently seems solely focused on rubbing a handkerchief against her hands, apparently trying to clean them even though there doesn't seem to be anything to actually clean off them. she'll finally stop short of rubbing the skin raw and just lets her hands fall to her lap, that little annoyance of doubt in the back of her mind seems to be thankfully fading out. replaced by something she can't quite name, but it removes that bitter taste from her mouth over her earlier actions... and takes away the guilt she had felt bottling up.
so with something that could be considered a chuckle, she push off and starts to swing at a slow pace.
every so often though, she'll look up and turn her head toward what seems to be smoke billowing up somewhere nearby. hm, looks like something in town is on fire. a fact she seems to give a lazy smirk toward. )