Post by Erin Phelan on Jun 12, 2014 3:39:38 GMT -8
Klara lay in the small bed in her room at the new Freehold. The only light was from the few things in the room that were electronic. The computer mostly. Another sleepless night. She hated being in her seelie. Especially now with all the things that were going on, or not, given the situation. Boredom and apathy were such curses. Nothing to do but think.
Shila was gone.
Nissa was gone.
Sora was leaving..
She hadn't seen the Aesin in months.
Friend. Friend was dead. And she had helped with his “murder”.
Her chest hurt again. She hated herself for being such a fucking cliché.
The only thing in her life that hadn't been hypocritical was gone and no one would stop talking about it. Not only that, but like it was nothing. Two great people of history were gone, just like that, and no one cared. She had hugged this 'Klaus' after the ritual that had destroyed the man she looked up to.. There was nothing there anymore. He didn't know her and she didn't know him.
It was her way to not get close to anyone, but he had given her shelter. Again. He had stepped up, even if he hadn't wanted to be Count. He hadn't passed judgment on her. Again. Even if he hadn't remembered her, it didn't matter because he was just what she had remembered of him. Now he was gone and there was no funeral to go to. She should have tried harder to talk him out of it, but she had wanted him to be happy.
Now there was Moira and some new Gwydion. She wondered if she could figure out a way to hang herself from the ceiling. The irony was how nice Moira was being to her. Klara looked around the room to all of Jessica's things and knew it would take very little effort to pack her things and go. But go where? All of her chimerical finery were drab and gray, a result from the night she had cast off her Oaths. No Oaths had been a nice novelty for the first few weeks. Now it was just a reflection of her lack of resolve, judgment and honor. Another useless pretty person. That's all the Sidhe were.
Damn. She didn't even have any bags to pack her stuff into. Maybe Cthulhu would come this week and she wouldn't have to worry about packing anything...
Shila was gone.
Nissa was gone.
Sora was leaving..
She hadn't seen the Aesin in months.
Friend. Friend was dead. And she had helped with his “murder”.
Her chest hurt again. She hated herself for being such a fucking cliché.
The only thing in her life that hadn't been hypocritical was gone and no one would stop talking about it. Not only that, but like it was nothing. Two great people of history were gone, just like that, and no one cared. She had hugged this 'Klaus' after the ritual that had destroyed the man she looked up to.. There was nothing there anymore. He didn't know her and she didn't know him.
It was her way to not get close to anyone, but he had given her shelter. Again. He had stepped up, even if he hadn't wanted to be Count. He hadn't passed judgment on her. Again. Even if he hadn't remembered her, it didn't matter because he was just what she had remembered of him. Now he was gone and there was no funeral to go to. She should have tried harder to talk him out of it, but she had wanted him to be happy.
Now there was Moira and some new Gwydion. She wondered if she could figure out a way to hang herself from the ceiling. The irony was how nice Moira was being to her. Klara looked around the room to all of Jessica's things and knew it would take very little effort to pack her things and go. But go where? All of her chimerical finery were drab and gray, a result from the night she had cast off her Oaths. No Oaths had been a nice novelty for the first few weeks. Now it was just a reflection of her lack of resolve, judgment and honor. Another useless pretty person. That's all the Sidhe were.
Damn. She didn't even have any bags to pack her stuff into. Maybe Cthulhu would come this week and she wouldn't have to worry about packing anything...