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Evangeline
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30th of Ashan, 716

Location: Evalin's Home

The world was a cruel place. It was a simple fact that no one could escape, no matter how hard they tried. Life was unfair, the strong took advantage of the weak, and the Immortals didn't care at all. Life barely had any meaning at all, except death of course. Evalin knew this, had come to accept it, and so did not bother to complain any longer when all of it was proven true once more.

Her back ached and weariness had seeped deep into her bones. Were it not for the stinging cut on her left shoulder the girl would have gladly fallen asleep there on the floor. One hand grasped a slightly damp, dirty rag, pressing it against the wound to stem the flow of red as it traced a course down to her elbow. Dabbing slight she couldn't avoid the wince that crinkled her features. Biting her lip Evalin slowly removed the rag, taking up a cracked hand mirror from the floor beside her to examine the cut once more. It wasn't very wide, a little more than half an inch long but she just couldn't get it to stop bleeding. With a sigh she returned the mirror to its place, taking the rag once more and pressing hard against the cut in the hopes the pressure would at least slow the tide.

It hurt, but not enough for tears to well in her eyes like last time. Her master had needed blood for one of her experiments, but she disliked animal blood. She said it smelled too strongly and made the spells curdle. Evalin didn't really understand, but had not resisted as she was bled for what felt like the dozenth time that week. Ms. Gray has been obsessed with blood lately, so there was nothing for it. Evalin just hoped the bleeding stopped soon so she could rest. She had to return to the Inn in just a few bits.

A shift in her position made the rough cloth catch on the edge of her cut, causing a sharp intake of breath from the girl. Squeezing her eyes tight Evalin whispered softly under her breath, "Steam from the surface. Billow, rise and be forgotten." The familiar phrase fell from her lips without thought, meaning lost in the moment but spoken purely from habit. When the sting subsided again Evalin would shift, taking her time to slowly rise and walk to where the water basin was against the far wall. Once there she would dip the stained rag into the chilled liquid, watching without expression as red swam to the surface of the basin and dispersed slowly until it could no longer be seen.

"But its still there." Evalin reminded herself as she rung out the rag, "Its lighter, spread thin with time, but it's still there."

Slight bumps of cold rose when the rag was placed against her skin once more, but this time she dabbed gently to clean the red stains from her flesh. The lines had made their wall all the way to her wrist, and she couldn't risk staining the sheets or anything else of her Master's. So with slow, deliberate strokes Evalin cleaned away the traces of her pain, hiding its remnants once more but, of course, it was still there. Perhaps only she would see it, but it was still there.
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Evangeline
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Joined: Mon Jan 25, 2016 4:26 am
Race: Human
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The bleeding had mostly stopped, and in its place a dull throb resided. With each beat of her heart Evalin felt it pushing under her skin, pain that wanted attention which she did not care to give. The bandages she had were almost used up, what she now wrapped around the wound would be the last of it. Soon Evalin would need to go to the market for more supplies. Her master never thought about such things though, leaving her 'student' to handle the necessities of mortal life. Not that it really mattered.

Using her teeth the girl tore off the end of the bandage, tucking the end under her last fold so that it was held in place. Glancing out the window she could see the first rays of morning starting to peak over the housetops, signaling the start of a new day. Her body ached, head throbbed and new cut stung, but with a weary sigh the girl stood and began to dress herself. The inn would be preparing breakfast soon, and if she wanted to catch the first few customers of the day she would need to hurry.

Quickly she changed, removing the soiled clothing and replacing them with the uniform of the servers at the Ye Olde Inn. Luckily the clothing was enough to cover the new bandage and slight bruising of her upper arm. With the last of her clothing in place the girl made her way to the door, pausing with her hand on the latch as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Hair wild as ever, skin slightly paler than usual, and eyes that looked as tired as she felt. The site of it made her lips turn down, and it was at that moment she realized she had been smiling the entire time. Her cheeks hurt. One hand came up to softly touch one cheek, feeling the slightly sore muscles of her face as she looked back into her own grim expression.

"Yes... It's still there." She couldn't hide it could she. Life was cruel, and sometimes you can't hide the scars. Even a smile wont mask the hurt forever. At what point does someone simply break?

She stared for a trill or two longer, and then looked away. Her grip tightened on the latch and she pulled the door open, passing through and letting it close behind her without any further thought. There would be time for regrets later. Time for sadness later. While the sun was still out though, Evalin would just keep smiling. Maybe it would become a real smile this time.
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