The Bloodbath: Part I [11am EST]
Feb 18, 2017 11:02:43 GMT -5
Post by arx. on Feb 18, 2017 11:02:43 GMT -5
iris eckhart . intro
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Iridium Eckhart
None of my clothes really fit. The stylists were so rushed and pressed to tailor everyone else's clothes that I guess mine were simply left for last-- and forgotten. It's all so big. Everyone here seems so much bigger. Larger than life, the stand tall like mannequins. All dead eyes and no soul.
Or maybe that's just my sisters. I can't really tell. Not when they block my vision, not when they are all I see splashed against the dark canvas of my mind. All I see is them.
So when my hands are ripped away from their's, I scream. I'm lifted into unforgiving arms and I crave the comfort from the night before. A kiss goodnight, gentle hands tucking me into bed. Elva. As a stylist re-adjusts the collar of my oversized blazer and curses how ill-fitting everything is, I wipe the tears from my eyes. But no matter how I try, they keep reappearing.
I sniffle, rub at my tired eyes. I'm so scared. And without a hand to hold, without a sister to watch over me-- I've never been alone before. I may have been born an orphan, left on a doorstep as the rain poured, but I have never been alone. And I'm so scared.
My hands are shaking and my heart is racing as people shove me where I need to go. And I would close my eyes, but to be deaf and blind in a place like this?
I don't want to die.
But as soon as my eyes meet the environment I'm meant to survive, I'm not sure my eyes will be all that helpful anyway. It's all so-- beautiful? But it's an image painted with deceit in mind. I look for Elva and Elettra, my plan simply being to run straight to them, but--
I try to say their names, to call for them. And I don't know if they hear. And I don't know how right their names sound on my lips. But I keep repeating the names, even as people begin to rush around me.
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