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❝Why do I always end up destroying everything I've ever loved?❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
Riven's hands balled into fists by her sides. She did not understand why the humans wanted to make enemies of her. She had known that Viola's grave had been robbed the eve of her coronation, but had not expected it, of all people, to be the supposed "best side of humanity." Riven rose from the table, "I am going to step outside for a moment-" but the one with icy eyes stopped her. "I'm sorry, but you cannot leave, not until a decision is made." Her smile reminded Riven of the frozen wind of the mountains, a reminder of what the humans had done to her, of the scars that would never fade around her wrists. She sat back down, Elise's hand taking her's underneath the table and giving it a hard squeeze. Yes, there were many things to fight for, but Viola would not want them to side with humans. After all, Viola had hated humans too.
"I apologize Tower Society, but it would not do to make enemies of us vampires. We have pulled out from the war and have remained neutral. We will not stand for bribary," Riven tossed her pink hair over her shoulders, level headed. Yes, she was Queen; this was the right decision, her decision. Elise gave her a small nod of support. Gregore grinned, it seemed that at last, Riven had made the right decision. "Do what you will with her body, Viola is long past dead. We've said our goodbies and if that was your only bargaining chip I believe you have nothing left to offer us." Riven rose, feeling a sort of sadness plague her insides, or perhaps that was guilt. She had just passed up what was probably the only opportunity to ever see Viola again.
But Viola would not want to be returned to the land of the living as some warped verision of herself. "Excuse us, we will be taking our leave." It was snowing as they left the building of the Tower Society, perhaps a sign from Viola herself that they had made the right decision.
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Echo had been working at therapy for the last few days, her muscles exhausted after each session, but her coordination growing steadier with each session. There was no physical therapy on the weekends, but this week they were being treated to something new. The nurses had gathered all of the patients into one of the recreational rooms on the floor, table full of ice cream and different toppings arranged for them to celebrate a successful week at rehab. Echo had been working on keeping down food and liquids, while still making her sick, were much more tolerable than solids. Still, if it was time she could spend with Flo, Echo would rather be here. The nurse wheeled her into the recreational room, where the others were already gathered.
Echo had made Flo a bead bracelet, one similar to the one that Angel had made her so that they could match. Was it childish? Perhaps, but in her PTSD laden mind, it made sense. Her hands shook nervously, wondering if Flo would like it. "I'm sure Flo will love it," the nurse assured her, leaving Echo parked in the circle of chairs so that she could begin scooping ice cream into bowls.