The Red's Woe

[growingivy 3382]

 

Kneeled down into a tower of ivory and light, a thing sat down on its knees. At least, that’s what the elfess thought herself to be sometimes. A thing, not a being of her own accord. She was missing a part of herself, even if it may be a minuscule thing. Something taken. Something she wanted back, but knew she had no right to anymore. Her hand, which another might think was nothing, was taken. A false one embedded into her wrist, metallic and fiery.

 

Light shone through the tall white windows. They felt pure. But not she. Blood circled around the kneeling figure, cuts along her wrists. This was nothing new to her, nothing shocking nor reason for surprise. Though this, she felt in control. Her pale blue eyes glazed over, lost in thought. Whispers in the back of her mind, delusions, paranoia, not silenced nor ignored. Just a moment where she thought about what is and could be. These things made no sense to her, not anymore. Unintelligible, so what was her worry? She knew not, but always had an unknown worry in the back of her mind.

 

The woman slowly brought herself up, taking care of her new wounds ‘til the crimson no longer seeped out. A long breath is let out from her mouth, heavy and weighing her down.

 

Now the moment had passed. She felt renewed, for a time. Just, for a time.