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And there it is. A little over a year after she arrives on the island, Eden's right eye stops working completely. She's sitting on the step of the compound, smoking a cigarette, boot kicked off and bare toes worked into the long green grass. She's her head tilted back, watching a pair of birds swoop like dog-fighting planes. Her vision flickers, but it's done that before. She shakes her head, rubs her fingers across her eyesocket. It flickers again and, this time, it doesn't come back.
Well, shit.
Like most days, she's wearing her eyepatch strung around her neck like a necklace, but she doesn't take her eye out and she doesn't put it on. She can't just start wearing her eyepatch all the time, because then everyone will know and if there's one thing Eden Sinclair is not prepared to take, it's fucking sympathy.
Eden looks at her cigarette for a long time and then she takes a long drag and blows a plume of smoke up towards the sky. Nothing lasted. People had been going blind forever.
Same shit, different era.
ooc: for the record, she's not going to be telling anybody about her eye in this post and, unless your pup knows her really well, they likely wouldn't even notice anything's wrong.
Well, shit.
Like most days, she's wearing her eyepatch strung around her neck like a necklace, but she doesn't take her eye out and she doesn't put it on. She can't just start wearing her eyepatch all the time, because then everyone will know and if there's one thing Eden Sinclair is not prepared to take, it's fucking sympathy.
Eden looks at her cigarette for a long time and then she takes a long drag and blows a plume of smoke up towards the sky. Nothing lasted. People had been going blind forever.
Same shit, different era.
ooc: for the record, she's not going to be telling anybody about her eye in this post and, unless your pup knows her really well, they likely wouldn't even notice anything's wrong.