05-28-2023, 01:03 PM
she should be in the barracks, sleeping while she had a chance. but instead here she is, traipsing wearily through the halls of the hollow. it's comforting, in some ways, despite the dreariness of it. it reminds her of her youth, racing through the halls with pyr at her side and the rest of the dawn court looming around them. but that was before - before the law family shirked their responsibilities in the court to leave for the matriarch's. before her life - and pyr's - was wrenched out from under them.
before he decided he hated her.
she sighs, grinding her teeth against one another and shakes her head. unwilling to dwell but unable to move on. she can't wait until the matriarch gives leave for the courts to separateshe dreads not seeing him again.
she pauses with a quiet little sound of dismay - or frustration - and leans her shoulder against a sharp but of stone jutting out from the wall. she rests her jaw against the cool rock, eyes slipping closed and squeezing until her vision dances with spots of color. when she opens her eyes, she can nearly make out the shape of him: of pyr. and her lips peel back, body jerking away as if struck.
the banshee's call ramps up, then, crooning to her in a sick lullaby. lysitrata is reminded why few come here as she turns back the way she's come, hoping to dodge the spectres for as long as she can.
before he decided he hated her.
she sighs, grinding her teeth against one another and shakes her head. unwilling to dwell but unable to move on. she can't wait until the matriarch gives leave for the courts to separate
she pauses with a quiet little sound of dismay - or frustration - and leans her shoulder against a sharp but of stone jutting out from the wall. she rests her jaw against the cool rock, eyes slipping closed and squeezing until her vision dances with spots of color. when she opens her eyes, she can nearly make out the shape of him: of pyr. and her lips peel back, body jerking away as if struck.
the banshee's call ramps up, then, crooning to her in a sick lullaby. lysitrata is reminded why few come here as she turns back the way she's come, hoping to dodge the spectres for as long as she can.