Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2021 19:24:39 GMT -6
'Mount Ormond Resort.'
The name, although familiar, felt alien to her. Canada was never a place Rin would think of - what good for a Yamaoka to be concerned about a country across the world, instead of focusing on more important things? At first, the name left a bitter taste in her mouth, despite the ferocity burning in her eyes as she imagined her past. Oh, how she wished her emotions weren't convoluted. There was nothing left of her- something she often told herself. Nothing but tarnished purity.
She had found herself sitting next to the fire, which cracked and popped furiously as it grew and shrunk in size. She had been here before, of course; it was never quite a preferable place to her, in or outside of trials. The frigid air nipped at her skin, and she swore that the snowflakes that fell targeted her open wounds, each particle burning slightly more than the rest. Occasionally, she would offer auric cells to the entity in desperation to cover up.
Right now, she was wearing a kimono. Carefully woven silk, with golden thread that shined even despite the blood caking the clothing. Her arms lowered, and she decided to ignore the grinding of broken bone and glass; a feeling, although painful, she grew used to over time. It was thick and heavy, dangling loosely over her legs. A part of her cursed silently to herself at the Entity for not weaving the kimono together, to at least give the appearance of her limbs being attached. Only a fool would complain, though.
"Silly child, a Yamaoka needn't be so insecure about insignificant things," The words rang through her ears, causing the once neutral expression to furrow into a deep, unforgiving scowl. Why must she remember him so much? Hardly, she could consider him family. Family would never do such a thing to each other.
Her chest felt heavy and her heart ached, and she peered over her shoulder. She was alone. The anger that burned within her sizzled into sorrow, causing a frigid feeling in her body. It felt as though her veins were filled with ice. Leaning against the chair, she hunched over slightly, ignoring the ferocious whispers of the Entity that were hardly intelligible and instead closing her eyes. The warmth of the fire calmed her, if only for a moment.
The name, although familiar, felt alien to her. Canada was never a place Rin would think of - what good for a Yamaoka to be concerned about a country across the world, instead of focusing on more important things? At first, the name left a bitter taste in her mouth, despite the ferocity burning in her eyes as she imagined her past. Oh, how she wished her emotions weren't convoluted. There was nothing left of her- something she often told herself. Nothing but tarnished purity.
She had found herself sitting next to the fire, which cracked and popped furiously as it grew and shrunk in size. She had been here before, of course; it was never quite a preferable place to her, in or outside of trials. The frigid air nipped at her skin, and she swore that the snowflakes that fell targeted her open wounds, each particle burning slightly more than the rest. Occasionally, she would offer auric cells to the entity in desperation to cover up.
Right now, she was wearing a kimono. Carefully woven silk, with golden thread that shined even despite the blood caking the clothing. Her arms lowered, and she decided to ignore the grinding of broken bone and glass; a feeling, although painful, she grew used to over time. It was thick and heavy, dangling loosely over her legs. A part of her cursed silently to herself at the Entity for not weaving the kimono together, to at least give the appearance of her limbs being attached. Only a fool would complain, though.
"Silly child, a Yamaoka needn't be so insecure about insignificant things," The words rang through her ears, causing the once neutral expression to furrow into a deep, unforgiving scowl. Why must she remember him so much? Hardly, she could consider him family. Family would never do such a thing to each other.
Her chest felt heavy and her heart ached, and she peered over her shoulder. She was alone. The anger that burned within her sizzled into sorrow, causing a frigid feeling in her body. It felt as though her veins were filled with ice. Leaning against the chair, she hunched over slightly, ignoring the ferocious whispers of the Entity that were hardly intelligible and instead closing her eyes. The warmth of the fire calmed her, if only for a moment.