i'm not going to do this
so @Greenie caused my child to be sent to the spire oops scroo yoo reinhardt i prefer roadhog anyways he's a kiwi like greenie
Ushio stepped into the house she hadn't seen in what seemed like ages, letting out a hushed, repressed sigh as she looked around and refamiliarized herself. Everything seemed like glass that would shatter at her mere touch, the notion that she was finally out of what had been her home away from home causing her to have an almost distorted view on her environment, like everything was an olive branch. Kyou trailed right behind like an escort, which wasn't too far off from the truth. It was a jarring experience in all honesty, and she studied her humble abode, it seeming more like a castle in the sky. Loosely wrapping her arms around herself, she began up the stairs, hunkering herself and looking down like she did for the past month. She soundlessly tripped on the last step and was instantly on her knees, staring at her floor with what could only be described as a numb expression. Kyou was at her side in seconds and Ushio studied her surprisingly battered face as she smoothed the dirt from her clothes. She saw then how dreadful she looked, her eye bloodshot and too wide, as if she were forcing it open. A tremor in the muscles of her face that she hadn't noticed before. It occurred to her that her twin may have been staring at the cold silver collar that clung onto Ushio's neck. She didn't like it any more than Kyou did.
Wordlessly, she moved to get up and brushed the dirt off her clothes, sneaking a small glance at her sister. By the time she returned to her room, the light was fading. The sky was purple and her bedroom glimmered with lamps Kyou had taken care to light. After a moment, she lit candles for herself, sat on the floor by her desk and ran her fingers over the carvings on its top.
How lonely she felt, trying to understand all that had happened today on her own. Wiping a tear that had fallen onto the lid of the desk, she let out a hushed, breathy sigh before hugging herself and leaning back on the foot of her bed.
Ushio was shaking, not just from her own shock and confusion and crying, but from fear of what would have happened to her had she not found her friends when she did. Would she have simply walked around the Sewers, around the Surface until she did? Or would she have retired to her house anyways, and waited for Kyou to come home?
It didn't matter anyways. She went to an east-facing window, worried, suddenly, about what she had missed while she was at the Azure Spire. The collar was cold and refused to be warmed by her body heat so she picked at it. However, she couldn't bring herself to touch it for more than a moment at a time, the contact on the metal causing her to recoil slightly as if an Azure Sentinel would whip her again. Leaning her forehead against the glass, she breathed through pain and dizziness. The sky wasn't purple anymore, it was closer to the color of steel, a late-winter sky, though it was already almost March. She saw the Azure Spire in the distance and it stood like a mirage, gorgeously grand as it reached across the block thought it served moreso like a reminder of something akin to a portal to the Void itself. Squinting, she understood what was happening with the air that seemed to change color and move. Rain. Not a storm, just a spitting, the first she'd seen in longer than she'd have liked and she took immense pleasure in watching the water droplets pepper down on the cobblestone pavement.
Carefully, Ushio backed away from the window. Tears trickled down her face as she stood there, stuck in her own private avalanche.
are you sad yet
When she did finally retire to her bed, she simply lay there, eyes wide open. It wouldn't do any good to close them, Ushio knew it wouldn't, because each time she tried she'd be transported back to the Azure Tower, and she was either back in her cell, trapped in Isolation or she was strapped onto the torture table, the wicked Sentinel she had familiarized herself with prodding at her with a knife or lashing at her with a whip and she would bolt up in bed on the brink of screaming.
She sat there after a particularly traumatic memory seared itself back into her mind, clutching herself and her arms which she discovered were wrapped in scars. She heard sobbing and crying, and it took her a moment to realize it was her own but then she was drowning in a sea of her memories from the Spire and she heard her door click open. Right as she let in an intake of breath, someone jumped into bed next to her and Ushio fell into Kyou's waiting arms.
