Evie; idek
Who: Evie
When: October 2nd
Where: Citadel
Rating & Warnings: PG+. What happens when you find a dead body crowned by the Citadel.
The news of Allen's death and sins had hit Evie hard. Disillusioned again and again and again, she had stopped thinking. It was the only way she could continue. She went through her days blankly. Some days, she wasn't even sure she had done anything. More and more nights she went to bed unable to remember what she had done that day, if she had done anything at all. She walked through the Citadel in a haze, avoiding people when she could. What else could she do? All the words she exchanged with Aribella and Avith were in the far reaches of her mind, blocked because she didn't want to remember anything.
Today, she had been shaken from her haze when the Citadel reshaped itself, when she saw Cita take half the building and half the people with him. She could only vaguely recall the plans to attack the Vanjalists and even now, the plan didn't make sense to her. The Citadel was at odds with the Hour, yes, but why were they attacking them now? She could understand exterminating the Others living there, but anything else...
She couldn't handle thinking about this. What was right anymore? Her mind was neither sharp nor acute enough to figure it out. The Epistles only ever made sense to her half the time...
Lost, she walked through the Citadel, barely registering the new interior. Without realizing, she shuddered at the lack of real windows before continuing through the hallways, walking in and out of rooms.
It was only when a body fell in front of her with what she would later remember as feeling like one of the most disturbing sounds she's ever heard that she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes blinked, once, twice, before widening into saucers. Her mouth opening, Evie wanted to scream, but nothing came out but silent air.
Dropping to her knees, she started shaking. Her eyes were dry, but she wanted to cry. She wanted to close her eyes, shut the image away, but she couldn't. Her eyes were glued to the gruesome wounds and cavities.
It was grotesque. It was terrible. It wasn't something that should ever be in the Citadel.
A gasp tore from her throat as she suddenly realized it was Allen. "No..."
The body was Brother Burrell, and that made it worse.
Crawling over to the corpse, she stared with mounting horror and terror at him. It was too tragic and horrible for her to bear, and minutes passed before she moved again. Slowly, tears spilled, and soft sobs sounded. She bent over Allen's body, looking at what was left of his face through tear-filled eyes. Her body shook even more, and she cried harder.
Who deserved this? Who deserved this. Who deserved this who deserved it who deserved it--
She needed help.
Falling backwards onto her hands, still shaking, she fumbled for her ledger.
Help.
Help.
Help.
When: October 2nd
Where: Citadel
Rating & Warnings: PG+. What happens when you find a dead body crowned by the Citadel.
The news of Allen's death and sins had hit Evie hard. Disillusioned again and again and again, she had stopped thinking. It was the only way she could continue. She went through her days blankly. Some days, she wasn't even sure she had done anything. More and more nights she went to bed unable to remember what she had done that day, if she had done anything at all. She walked through the Citadel in a haze, avoiding people when she could. What else could she do? All the words she exchanged with Aribella and Avith were in the far reaches of her mind, blocked because she didn't want to remember anything.
Today, she had been shaken from her haze when the Citadel reshaped itself, when she saw Cita take half the building and half the people with him. She could only vaguely recall the plans to attack the Vanjalists and even now, the plan didn't make sense to her. The Citadel was at odds with the Hour, yes, but why were they attacking them now? She could understand exterminating the Others living there, but anything else...
She couldn't handle thinking about this. What was right anymore? Her mind was neither sharp nor acute enough to figure it out. The Epistles only ever made sense to her half the time...
Lost, she walked through the Citadel, barely registering the new interior. Without realizing, she shuddered at the lack of real windows before continuing through the hallways, walking in and out of rooms.
It was only when a body fell in front of her with what she would later remember as feeling like one of the most disturbing sounds she's ever heard that she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes blinked, once, twice, before widening into saucers. Her mouth opening, Evie wanted to scream, but nothing came out but silent air.
Dropping to her knees, she started shaking. Her eyes were dry, but she wanted to cry. She wanted to close her eyes, shut the image away, but she couldn't. Her eyes were glued to the gruesome wounds and cavities.
It was grotesque. It was terrible. It wasn't something that should ever be in the Citadel.
A gasp tore from her throat as she suddenly realized it was Allen. "No..."
The body was Brother Burrell, and that made it worse.
Crawling over to the corpse, she stared with mounting horror and terror at him. It was too tragic and horrible for her to bear, and minutes passed before she moved again. Slowly, tears spilled, and soft sobs sounded. She bent over Allen's body, looking at what was left of his face through tear-filled eyes. Her body shook even more, and she cried harder.
Who deserved this? Who deserved this. Who deserved this who deserved it who deserved it--
She needed help.
Falling backwards onto her hands, still shaking, she fumbled for her ledger.
Help.
Help.
Help.