[She doesn’t seem to begrudge his hand- or rather, she is too exhausted herself to be as ashamed over how lewd it is, that lingering touch. She forgets, too, about the loosened binding on her breasts and her general disheveled appearance, her long black mane tousled and unkept from “sleep”. It was hard to care about her body when the soul was parted from it.
And how she hated it- the reminder that they were reduced to hunks of rock. That the body she’d trained so hard, the only thing in her life that had even almost been her own… was just some shell now. That even as a shell the shape of it kept her apart from so many others.]
… and then the cycle will continue.
[Is that how they’re supposed to survive? Just passing the Blight from one to another? Her gaze falls back down to the shards in her unheld hand, to the bit of blood that had been absorbed. It is clearer in his golden hued crescent- the drop of crimson that had come from her. Would it linger? Was there some foul payment yet to be extracted?
Her thumb rubs gently over the surface of the golden shard, as if just trying to make sure she couldn’t just wipe that drop of blood away.]
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And how she hated it- the reminder that they were reduced to hunks of rock. That the body she’d trained so hard, the only thing in her life that had even almost been her own… was just some shell now. That even as a shell the shape of it kept her apart from so many others.]
… and then the cycle will continue.
[Is that how they’re supposed to survive? Just passing the Blight from one to another? Her gaze falls back down to the shards in her unheld hand, to the bit of blood that had been absorbed. It is clearer in his golden hued crescent- the drop of crimson that had come from her. Would it linger? Was there some foul payment yet to be extracted?
Her thumb rubs gently over the surface of the golden shard, as if just trying to make sure she couldn’t just wipe that drop of blood away.]