Post by Rumor Black on Jul 13, 2016 7:02:07 GMT
So long ago, they took her away. It didn’t matter how much time passed, every night she woke up with the knowledge of her mother’s death and the guilt weighed heavy on her shoulders. Her heart ached in her chest, a physical sensation that could leave her bent over at the waste, screaming into the abyss. So few people could calm her, in those states.
Her memories were too sharp for her to forget her face, to forget all those nights spent trying to learn how to wrestle. She failed every night, refusing to cause her opponent any sort of harm. She remembered all of the lessons that her mother had tried to teach her.
The dust devils swept away every aspect that was left of her. She was just a ghost.
Sitting atop the hill, her little cabin behind her, Rumor stared out over the Gangrel territory, her blue eyes brimmed with tears. Unlike the other Kindred, her tears were watered, not the sanguine color that betrayed their curse. She took a deep breath through her nose.
If she thought about it enough, she could see the rainbow haired woman, looking no older than she herself did, dancing with her husband. The two ghostly figures would spin and swirl around together, fingers interlaced and smiles across their nearly translucent faces. They had found a way to make each other happy, despite the deaths they both experienced.
Over and over again.
Her hands rose and grasped at the shirt she wore as the pain began to blossom again. She tried to breathe through it, to focus, as she sat there.
In silence.
Her memories were too sharp for her to forget her face, to forget all those nights spent trying to learn how to wrestle. She failed every night, refusing to cause her opponent any sort of harm. She remembered all of the lessons that her mother had tried to teach her.
The dust devils swept away every aspect that was left of her. She was just a ghost.
Sitting atop the hill, her little cabin behind her, Rumor stared out over the Gangrel territory, her blue eyes brimmed with tears. Unlike the other Kindred, her tears were watered, not the sanguine color that betrayed their curse. She took a deep breath through her nose.
If she thought about it enough, she could see the rainbow haired woman, looking no older than she herself did, dancing with her husband. The two ghostly figures would spin and swirl around together, fingers interlaced and smiles across their nearly translucent faces. They had found a way to make each other happy, despite the deaths they both experienced.
Over and over again.
Her hands rose and grasped at the shirt she wore as the pain began to blossom again. She tried to breathe through it, to focus, as she sat there.
In silence.
