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Azra sat criss-cross and alone in the abandoned abode within Regalia, back flush against the bricks she sobbed and screamed alone against when she'd been tied with rope and left to suffer. When the bite on her wrist was just new rather than a healing scar now despite the occurrence only being about a week ago. Perhaps more, she couldn't really remember. The days passing recently seemed to run together with the recent theme of pain from either curing or cursing. The Qadir scratched her bitten nails against the vampiric scars on her wrist, only frowning since her tears had run dry. It'd been too long since she'd had a glass of water for her to keep crying on the events of that night as well as memories of the last few. She recalled the sound of a blade stabbing just a few hours ago.
Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing into the chest of the Drowdar woman she had yet to even fully befriend yet. Despite her usual coldness and blank expression, Azra couldn't help just release a shaky sigh at the memory, rubbing her eye with her fist after raising it. She let her cheek rest against her shoulder, slumping in place as she pulled herself into a smaller form than usual. As the girl's eyes remained focused on the darkness before her in the darkened house, she couldn't help but almost seem to notice a man that sat right before her- or rather was leaning before her with an expression of gentleness. The Qadir frowned at the familiar face and turned her gaze away, not wishing to feel any sort of closeness to the Sanguine that somehow still seemed embedded in her.
Oberon only straightened up and folded his arms, something she imagined that he'd do despite never seeing it. Perhaps instead, he'd adjust his tidy jacket's cuffs as he watched her with a disappointed expression.
"Azra, my child," he said as always, though the girl scowled and shook her head, not daring to reply like usual. "You know, we will have you. I told you we would." She continued to ignore the man. She didn't even know this sanguine well, nor did she like him after the murder she'd just witnessed him commit. The girl gave a shudder at her own memory and pulled her knees closer to herself with a sigh.
"I don't like you," she finally said to the man, whose eyes startled her once she'd turned her gaze back- brown eyes meeting ruby ones.
"You don't have to like me," he answered as soon as he had her attention again, glittering red not disconnecting its gaze from Azra's own eyes. "You just have to realize I'm not going anywhere." She spat on towards the feet of the Sanguine, using the brick grooves in the wall to help her up as she glared at Oberon.
"I don't want you anywhere near me. Go away." The cold expression on his face deepened as the girl continued to defy him. Azra's nose wrinkled in an almost disgusted manner as he finally turned away, melting back into the darkness that had been empty all along. She lifted her hands and scrubbed her palms against her face, shaking her head. After another moment, she lifted her head from her hands, sliding forward a few steps to inspect the area that the Sanguine had apparently used to depart. Though, to her expectations, only a blank wall greeted her and there appeared no one hiding in the darkness besides her. Of course, the Qadir was now just daydreaming nightmares in the abandoned home. But, to her discomfort, she seemed unable to shake away the words of the Sanguine entirely- as if they weren't just dreams.
It took her a few moments to realize the words that were causing her unease. Azra grimaced as she did, taking a few glances around herself before taking into a rush to escape the abandoned house. She ducked under falling panels of wood and swept dangling vegetation from her way as she hurried her way out. It wasn't until she finally stumbled from the place and into the bushes outside the window she'd used as a door that she allowed herself to accept the words that bothered her.
My child.
Because deep down, his nature of gentleness towards her and patience couldn't help but remind her of her father, much like the man from Catlanio.
Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing into the chest of the Drowdar woman she had yet to even fully befriend yet. Despite her usual coldness and blank expression, Azra couldn't help just release a shaky sigh at the memory, rubbing her eye with her fist after raising it. She let her cheek rest against her shoulder, slumping in place as she pulled herself into a smaller form than usual. As the girl's eyes remained focused on the darkness before her in the darkened house, she couldn't help but almost seem to notice a man that sat right before her- or rather was leaning before her with an expression of gentleness. The Qadir frowned at the familiar face and turned her gaze away, not wishing to feel any sort of closeness to the Sanguine that somehow still seemed embedded in her.
Oberon only straightened up and folded his arms, something she imagined that he'd do despite never seeing it. Perhaps instead, he'd adjust his tidy jacket's cuffs as he watched her with a disappointed expression.
"Azra, my child," he said as always, though the girl scowled and shook her head, not daring to reply like usual. "You know, we will have you. I told you we would." She continued to ignore the man. She didn't even know this sanguine well, nor did she like him after the murder she'd just witnessed him commit. The girl gave a shudder at her own memory and pulled her knees closer to herself with a sigh.
"I don't like you," she finally said to the man, whose eyes startled her once she'd turned her gaze back- brown eyes meeting ruby ones.
"You don't have to like me," he answered as soon as he had her attention again, glittering red not disconnecting its gaze from Azra's own eyes. "You just have to realize I'm not going anywhere." She spat on towards the feet of the Sanguine, using the brick grooves in the wall to help her up as she glared at Oberon.
"I don't want you anywhere near me. Go away." The cold expression on his face deepened as the girl continued to defy him. Azra's nose wrinkled in an almost disgusted manner as he finally turned away, melting back into the darkness that had been empty all along. She lifted her hands and scrubbed her palms against her face, shaking her head. After another moment, she lifted her head from her hands, sliding forward a few steps to inspect the area that the Sanguine had apparently used to depart. Though, to her expectations, only a blank wall greeted her and there appeared no one hiding in the darkness besides her. Of course, the Qadir was now just daydreaming nightmares in the abandoned home. But, to her discomfort, she seemed unable to shake away the words of the Sanguine entirely- as if they weren't just dreams.
It took her a few moments to realize the words that were causing her unease. Azra grimaced as she did, taking a few glances around herself before taking into a rush to escape the abandoned house. She ducked under falling panels of wood and swept dangling vegetation from her way as she hurried her way out. It wasn't until she finally stumbled from the place and into the bushes outside the window she'd used as a door that she allowed herself to accept the words that bothered her.
My child.
Because deep down, his nature of gentleness towards her and patience couldn't help but remind her of her father, much like the man from Catlanio.
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