Splashing her face with cold water Kiernan would let the droplets trickle down her face for a brief moment before she soon reached for a towel to dry her face. As her eyes opened and her shaded gaze met the mirror in front of her. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Two scars that stained her face, it's all she could see. She hated to look at them. The memories of them haunted her, always feeling like she was drowning in them though only one had flooded her mind for much longer than the other. A hand reached up to her forehead so she could traced the scar down to her cheek. All the scars she held had a memory but none as heavy as the two she wore on display for the world to see. Breaking her gaze with herself in the mirror she let her head hang as she remembered the first of the two it all over again.
Upon lifting her head she moved her hair from her face and turned around to look at a tall Sin’dorei male “Vy'thas” she said with a soft smile, their eyes locked for a moment before he moved forward to kiss her.
“Be sure to clean yourself up. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you are a slob, hmm?” His words seemed to be sweet but his voice held a tone of something else. He soon stepped back and made his way out of the bedroom door.
Kiernan thought nothing of his words and turned back around to look at herself in the mirror, braiding her hair delicately over her shoulder she gazed at her face for a long moment soon bringing her fingertips to graze her unscarred face before grabbing her cloak and making her way out the same door.
“Finally ready?” The male asked a bit harshly
The red-haired maiden said nothing she just nodded, and followed him as they began their walk toward Silvermoon City.
The walk was silent for a while untill he decided to speak “You know what’s nice, Kiernan” Vy'thas gaze peered down at her as they continued to walk
“What's that?” Her fel green eyes moved to match with his.
“You don’t talk on about things that don't matter, your quiet.” He smirked as if the words he said were kind, and should be taken as a compliment.
“Oh.. yes of course” her voice faded into the back round as the sounds of the forest took over. Minutes past the male soon pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit it with a match, as the match sparked something in Kiernan did as well.“Must you always smoke those? It seems like every moment of the day you have a cigarette between your lips” the words left her mouth but it hadn't dawned upon her that they were said aloud until Vy’thas stopped in his tracks and grabbed her arm
“Are you really questioning me?” He asked sharply as he pulled the cigarette from his lips “I never complain about the things you do.”
“Vy’thas, your hur-” she was cut off as his grip tightened
“Perhaps, I should.” he arched a brow and somewhat shoved her back letting go of her arm. Lifting the cigarette to his lips to take another drag, he began to speak as he exhaled “I think its pathetic, that you train with those aged daggers. A lady such as yourself shouldnt be doing such a thing. Don't even get me started about that tattered mask. It is comical that you think you pose a threat to anyone, have you looked at yourself darling? Your weak!”
Kiernan’s head began to spiral as she lost herself in thoughts while he yelled at her “He’s just upset, he doesn't mean it. He always apologies after things like this... he always... he always belittles me, and I make up excuses. Why?” moving her gaze up from the ground she stared him directly in the face “Are you done?” as her question was asked his hand moved to hit her, his ring cutting her face like butter. Liquid vermilion trickled down her face, starting from her cheek up to her forehead. Moving her hand gently up to the new wound she would touch her fingertips to the blood and pull her hand away slowly to look at it. “What is wrong with you!” she scowled
Vy’thas look honestly shocked about what he did for a moment but his expression soon shifted into an angered look as she rose her voice at him, he was silent for a long while. His gaze moved from her to the river behind her. “Nothing...” was the only word he stated before stepping forward and gripping Kiernan by the throat. He moved her closer to the river before let go watching her stumble back into the water. He watched her for a moment as she slashed around, but soon moved forward and crouched down in front of her placing a hand on the top of her head grabbing her scarlet hair to hold her under “Nothing, is wrong with me darling. But there is most defiantly something wrong with your tone towards me. I heard water feels like acid once it hits your lunges...Suppose by then you would be dead”
Grabbing at his hand she would make many tempts to get free from his grasp but was swiftly running out of time as she couldn't hold her breath forever. The en-pending doom of drowning was set in her mind. Her body grew weak as she was feeling light-headed. Her eyes scanned for anything close to her, quickly her gaze found a rock in the dirt. Gripping onto it she raised it above water and made a single moment across his wrist causing him to let go. Quickly using the side of the riverbank she pulled herself from the water and looked at him as he held his wrist. Gasping for air she looked to her hand, which she still held the rock, with one swift throw she nailing him right in the head. “I am not some weak girl you can bully whenever it suites you Vy’thas!” watching as he kneeled to the ground, wrist cut deep and head presumably pounded.
“I don't know why I ever asked you to marry me. I should have known you were a crazy bitch!” He lashed back at her
“I don't know why I ever said yes” her fel green eyes narrowed as her brows frowned. “You are a, terrible man, and I wont let you get the change to have your claws sunk into anyone else.” Kiernan would inspect her hand to make sure she didn't have any cuts, after finding none she pulled a vile from a small pocket on the side of her boot. Popping the top off she would pour the green liquid onto her fingertips. As she walked up to him she looked at him with a blank stare, he had a flash of fear in his eyes. Which she kinda enjoyed to see “I had this on me to use If I ever found myself in danger. Lovely little mix my father taught me” upon reached the kneeled man she would slash his face with her poison dripping nails.
“Doesn't seem to do-” his words were cut off as a burning pain began to course through his face, and quickly his whole body. Within less than a minute the once tempered man fell limp to the forest floor.
Kiernan let out a sigh as she crouched down next to the man she had convinced herself she loved, tears began to roll down her cheeks as she looked at his lifeless body. Pulling off her cloak she wiped her poisoned hand off and set it to the side as she began to sob...
A knock at her inn door caused her to pull herself back. Wiping tears from her face and eyes. she replied with a raised voice. “Just a moment!” Taking a swig from her flask she soon clipping it to her belt which also held her aged twin daggers. Her mask was grabbed off the back of a chair and pulled it over her head making it comfortable around the lower half of her face. Just before walking out of her inn room she took a green vile from her desk placing it in a small pocket on her boot.
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