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Jade (the Prophetess) ([personal profile] dreamflowers) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs 2024-04-08 11:00 pm (UTC)

I see.

...

Yeah, I can't say I'm in the mood for 114-year-old leaves, myself.

[She chuckles nervously, waiting. One hand clutches the front of the cloak, while her other reaches out to accept the cup once Dimitri returns.]

Okay...

[It takes her a moment. Her gaze flicks from the cup in her hand, to the shadows. Among the corpses is a little girl -- clothes burnt, skin charred. A bag on her head.

[Jade blinks, and the shadow is gone.

[After a moment, she takes a drink, the cool water pouring down her throat is more refreshing than she anticipated.

[And as she looks down at the cup, her attention wanders to the scars on her left arm. The lacerations under the deep burns are still noticeable, even after all these years.]


Well, depending on how far back you wanna go -- my family was always, uh... complicated. Mother was a refugee from a country devastated by magical contamination, and a father who took "religious devotion" to a whole new level.

My sister was probably my rock for so many years.

[There's a faint smile, even when her glance returns to the corner where the scorched phantom girl had once been.

[And then the smile fades.]
Anyways. They're all dead. That's what happens when you don't live up to the rigid guidelines of a ruthless cult leading a theocratic dictatorship, or something. I've tried justifying it in all kinda ways, but it never made sense. I was too young to really understand it at the time.

[Even though she more or less understands now, but the shame of it was never put into words. Not even to Sirius, who knew almost everything about her past before she lost her only friend, too.]

You know what it's like to be strung up on a cross and burned alive? [With one hand still holding the cup of water, her other touches the scars on her forearm again, forming a tight grip.] It really fucking hurts. And you never forget the smell. The burnt meat.

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