Home again.

Jun 28, 2011 14:08

Everything about the manor is still the same as she remembers it. The smell of the wood, the way that the light came in through the windows ...

But everything is different, now. She's curled up in the window seat of the room she used to live in; she supposes she'll live in it again, now. She shed her clothes the moment that she came back, tossed them into the corner in a messy pile just as she had when she was young.

She isn't even sure if anyone else knows they're here again. Charles seemed as if he was hesitant to explain things fully, and she'd promised to keep out of the way. Part of her had been hoping that she'd really be able to stay away from here - there were too many old memories.

And then there was Hank. Now that she was -- whatever she was -- with Liir, she felt a guilt she hadn't been expecting. Hank had tried to change her, sure, but he'd just -- been trying to help. She didn't want him to think that she'd been so willing to give up on him, that she had chosen Liir because he was more ... normal.

She hoped he knew better than that, but feelings could do silly things to people.
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