@martyree
a loud click of the dull eggshell door as she carefully pushes it closed makes rowan flinch —- it wouldn’t be too long before they noticed the illusive artemis had escaped her room && came looking for her, but the sight of her best friend laying on cheap linen sheets draws her bedside. ‘ BETH —- i’m so sorry. i should have BEEN THERE for you. ’ her voice was hushed, barely bellow a whisper. the threat of being caught kept every fiber of her being on edge, but it was a risk she was willing to make —- after all, she felt party responsible. ‘ i should have done something. ’ she reaches to take a dainty palm into her own, softly squeezing in a show of comfort.
the cataclysmic roar of a bomb ensued by the joker left thousands in peril. in particular, it ensnared elizabeth to her own mind. a labyrinth, endless corners, no means of escape. chestnut hues imprisoned behind shut lids. closed orbs frantically shift before fluttering open at the sound of saccharine tones ---- ROWAN. sepia hues dart around the dimly lit room, aches coiling around her brain. ‘ --------- what happened? why am i HERE? ’

















