Revenant.

[Archangelic 212]

 

they leave

and act like it never happened

they come back

and act like they never left.

ghosts by rupi kaur

 

 

 

 

 

“Did you see her?” whispered the young woman who stayed near the road, accompanied by a pair of simple horses that shifted their weight nervously. The man who approached her nearly stumbled by the change of landing from earth to man made road, his shaking hands taking her small ones as he mustered the courage to speak. “The ghost with the crown of thorns? Covered in blood?”

 

“Blednaya ledi, Alifia. I saw her, the pale lady.” he moaned as his rugged hands took her heart shaped face in his palms, looking over the lover’s tender features in attempts to calm his fear. “She is just as they described.. Withered blue dress, face ghastly- sunken even. Faded ginger locks and flesh as white as snow.. If it even is skin.” The man quickly recoiled so that hands took fragile wrists, pulling her aside. “We have to get out of here before she finds us.”

With a shrill cry the horses pushed upon their hind legs, front hooves curling as they lifted from their original position. Spooked by the presumed phantom, the gaze of the couplet turned towards the strange figure which stood at the hill the man had retreated from. Screaming emerged from Alifia as she witnessed the apparition of the Lady of Thorns, piercing blue eyes settling upon the emerald encased in fear. In a quick gait the lovers mounted upon their frightened horses, turning to let such gallop down the cobblestone to escape the horror of their pursuer.

 

After being out of sight from some time a shallow inhumane growl escaped the throat of the specter, sounding more like an unstable purr as she exhaled. Turning upon her heel she made her way back into the wildlands, slowly stumbling towards her resting place of a quaint little cottage of stone and lumber. Pale hands pushed the door open only to let it shut behind her person, making her way over towards the shattered mirror she had scavenged from the nearby abandoned supply of goods.

 

Staring at herself she noticed her sunken and withered face, her age beginning to grasp her it seemed. Blue eyes wandered to her once strawberry blonde locks, now that of a silvery red. As much as she wanted to avoid it, she couldn’t stop staring at the grotesque scarring upon her throat, somewhat pink as opposed to her porcelain flesh as the healed tissue overtook. Pale fingertips raised to smooth across the puffy soft skin, her frown worsening at the touch. With a bowed head she witnessed the torn and blood stained dress she awoke in surrounded by strange monks, knowing full well that this was the only thing she could currently wear- despite it scaring off her new tourists. The thick crown of thorns rested upon her head, the pain she felt from such reminded her fully that despite the rumors, she was alive and breathing, only having become worn and crippled. Although she didn’t know exactly what happened, she knew she couldn’t return just yet; not now.

 

 

 

Spoiler

So after discussion I’ve made the decision not to PK Artumee. I’ve been on the fence this entire time, kept the persona, and left such at bay. No one else pk’d, and even members involved had deaths after and didn’t pk either. Though I am not really one who believes in not rping effects/outcomes of disaster. I will be doing consequence rp, you may find out in game of her new crippled state. These rumors of this “ghost” are 100% common knowledge and can use such as you will. ?

 

[Sykogenic 1333]

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