The girl looked out from her bed. Her simple cotton blankets failed to fight the sinful curse that tortured her body. Her wooden frame creaked With age. How long has it been since she last updated her own living arrangements. Dust was everywhere. The floors were warped and uneven. One would think if so much as a low conversation was had, a neighbor could easily bump in from behind a solid wall. There was nothing inside, no pictures, no artifacts, no keepsakes no memories, no life.
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Sat Nov 02, 2024 3:49 am
The girl looked out from her bed. Her simple cotton blankets failed to fight the sinful curse that tortured her body. Her wooden frame creaked With age. How long has it been since she last updated her own living arrangements. Dust was everywhere. The floors were warped and uneven. One would think if so much as a low conversation was had, a neighbor could easily bump in from behind a solid wall. There was nothing inside, no pictures, no artifacts, no keepsakes no memories, no life.
Let all heretics be purged by my holy flames.
Tempris Ashflare #ff3366
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Sun Nov 03, 2024 8:37 pm
It was so much different than before when she was full of it, full of hope, full of dreams, full of love.
Above her was a pasty ceiling with rings, if you could even call that yellow shape a ring As it was more reminiscent of them splotch or a blob or a blood puddle, Needed repairs. Per window with a torn curtain wine as the morning air squeezed its way like a desperate immigrant seeking sanctuary from a war torn land. It had a tiny hell like a puppy watching the moon for the first time alone. none of that mattered though. The girl only hated one thing about her unwanted visitor. It was cold.
Heavy eyes pulled her tired face towards the dreaded nuisance. " I should get that fixed one day, I suppose." Was this how a rune knight of her caliber should be living. Was this life.
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Sun Nov 03, 2024 8:37 pm
The girl moved with a bit more quickness to the mirror. Despite the dust, she could still clearly see herself. Her white worn down gown which extended past her hands and draped down like that of a ghost had little frills which lined her cuffs in the bottom of the gown. Her eyes looked up and saw her bed written golden hair untamed and wild, going every which direction. Her yellow eyes were avoid of the fire which once led her down a warpath through Bosco though not that she would remember. Her skin however remained pristine, pale with hints of pink showing she still had some blood in her body, some life despite her non beating heart. All of this being visible however, was no excuse for the sin of dirt to be infatuated, in love, and multiplying over her sacred image. Her finger ran across her own image.
Sun Nov 03, 2024 8:38 pm
As her finger moved, it slowly pushing away the dust and heretical debris. It also filled her with and never ending sensation of icy pricks, Reminding her of how little she was loved. Also it showed her that the mirror was dirty and needed some loving but that was besides the point. The girl turned away looking at the small space card out of her bedroom. Shuffling her feet towards the door she opened it and revealed her bathroom. She turned on the lights nearly blinding herself. Bending down she opened the cabinet and pulled out a paper towel or was it a ragged. She really could care less.
Close the cabinet and made her way back to the mirror with heavy steps. She slowly place the paper towel onto the top right hand corner of the mirror and swiped. First gently, she moves the towel right, down, left, down.
Sun Nov 03, 2024 8:38 pm
Her hand moved as if laying down bricks. The dust scattered most of it leaving the mirror the remnants of tougher clumps stuck next to you small pieces of her cheap towel. it was an improvement, but it was not enough so the girl left and returned to her bathroom now much more visible. White floors, white walls, white sink, white toilet. There was nothing to the imagination. White towels, white racks, white lights. Some could describe this place as a prison. The girl would not argue. That was life surrounded by suffering, surrounded by sin. Hers was different though. It was not suffering, it was not her own sully. And was that accusive magic, the very thing that gave Kon his body come his heretic life. A younger Version of herself would blame the cursed machine man, but this girl only saw it as how it has always been.
Sun Nov 03, 2024 8:39 pm
The girl pulled the bucket back into the white light of her bathroom and looked into that mirror. It was much cleaner than the other mirror had been but she was not in the mood.
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Sun Nov 03, 2024 8:42 pm
She was not going to fix 2 mistaken inanimate objects. No she had something to do now. She reached out and grabbed a comb and proceeded to straighten and train her hair into a more satisfactory shape. Simply letting it fold down her back was good enough. It felt natural. She quickly brushed her teeth and left the bathroom, closing the door with the lights out.
Now it was time to pick her outfit. Since she did not have to be a knight or an Adventure like police officer. She was just a devoted girl doing normal civilian errands. she made her way to the cursed window and looked outside. Though cool it did not look like it would be a rainy day, Nor did it look like any abnormal weather would hit the city. So the devoted girl decided to wear something somewhat casual if not a little warm.
Sun Nov 03, 2024 8:43 pm
Walking through a closet, the girl looked at her much shrunken wardrobe. It was all just emergency pieces of garb. However she did have one item that justified someone of her age having so little wear. Hanging from a small stream in the middle of the closet was a key. This key was a very thing that allowed her an infinite possibility of wares. She did not remember how she got this key but she was happy she had it as it made life so much easier. Be honest she did not really remember how she had anything of hers. Forward her cloak even her necklace to grant her a warm halo. Though curse with this cold body and heresy swimming through her veins, she was blessed with life and a head start.
The girl grabbed her key and activate the its magic. Manas swirled around her before clumping together.
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