[Praises - TSW] Indelible
She wasn’t especially happy about standing in her underwear in the church’s bathroom and stirring a sink full of bloody clothes, but it beat wearing them. She wasn’t sure the cold water would ever really wash away the stains, or if it would even matter. She’d still know.
She should be grateful to be alive, of course, but her feelings on the matter were just another uncertainty. She’d told Laurence not to use magic around her, especially that sort, but of course the idiot hadn’t listened. And of course that raised the question of whether she’d actually wanted him to.
Being alive thanks to blood witchery was probably less of an abomination than becoming one of the shambling dead, but she couldn’t imagine that it was by much.
She could see herself in the mirror as she swirled the clothes around. The water was icy and up to her elbows, and she looked cold and afraid. She hadn’t expected… well, she hadn’t expected much of anything, to be honest. She’d had no idea. She hadn’t expected this.
Not that it mattered. She frowned at her reflection, and reached up to rub at a patch of crusted blood on her cheek. Red-brown flakes fell away, but she didn’t feel any cleaner- just more tired.
She really hoped the stains would come out.
She should be grateful to be alive, of course, but her feelings on the matter were just another uncertainty. She’d told Laurence not to use magic around her, especially that sort, but of course the idiot hadn’t listened. And of course that raised the question of whether she’d actually wanted him to.
Being alive thanks to blood witchery was probably less of an abomination than becoming one of the shambling dead, but she couldn’t imagine that it was by much.
She could see herself in the mirror as she swirled the clothes around. The water was icy and up to her elbows, and she looked cold and afraid. She hadn’t expected… well, she hadn’t expected much of anything, to be honest. She’d had no idea. She hadn’t expected this.
Not that it mattered. She frowned at her reflection, and reached up to rub at a patch of crusted blood on her cheek. Red-brown flakes fell away, but she didn’t feel any cleaner- just more tired.
She really hoped the stains would come out.