The Estate, Sidra, Glacia, Monday Evening (Fandom Time)
Raven missed the rooftop of the dorms back in Fandom, but she'd found an adequate replacement at Karla's estate. Wrapped in her cloak and staring up at the stars or out at the lights of the city, it almost felt like she was back to a time when life was simpler. Well, mostly.
She'd been on edge for weeks now, her emotional state veering between highs and lows. She hadn't felt this out of control in awhile, since the war had ended. She knew she should go see Dr. Lecter again, but while he wasn't afraid of bumping into her demon side, she worried what she might do. She'd used her gifts to kill again, had tapped deep into the powers her father had bestowed upon herself and her brothers. Except this time it hadn't made her sick to do it, and she had a feeling that was a bad sign.
She'd retreated to the roof to try to put a little distance between her and the emotions around her. Centering herself, however, wasn't happening. Brooding? Perhaps.
[Open for anyone in Glacia, texts, or phone calls!]
She'd been on edge for weeks now, her emotional state veering between highs and lows. She hadn't felt this out of control in awhile, since the war had ended. She knew she should go see Dr. Lecter again, but while he wasn't afraid of bumping into her demon side, she worried what she might do. She'd used her gifts to kill again, had tapped deep into the powers her father had bestowed upon herself and her brothers. Except this time it hadn't made her sick to do it, and she had a feeling that was a bad sign.
She'd retreated to the roof to try to put a little distance between her and the emotions around her. Centering herself, however, wasn't happening. Brooding? Perhaps.
[Open for anyone in Glacia, texts, or phone calls!]