He’d gone out to get some air, something about this holiday greatly unsettling his stomach. He figured the camp wouldn’t miss him too much…in fact, he was sure there were plenty there that would have been more than happy to see him gone for good. He shook his head, those thoughts already starting to bring a throbbing pain to his temple. No, he’d come out here to breathe and to feel better. Not to stew on his insecurities…well, anymore than usual. It took him a while, but eventually he felt something like ease coming over him, but by then the moon was quite high up in the sky. He’d been out far longer than he’d expected, and the cool breeze was telling him it was time to head back.
The silence strikes him first. Not that the camp was never quiet at night, but there was something different. No soft sounds of anyone stirring, in fact, he couldn’t even hear any insects. His heart starting to pound, he rushed over to Elsa’s tent like someone was chasing him. The man was so frazzled that he didn’t notice her sitting on the floor. In fact, it was only the sound of her crying that jolted him back to reality. Without hesitation he came over to her side, crouching down to give her his hand, an implicit “what happened?” written all over his face.
she'd been foolish. naive even. and what had she truly done to deserve this ? had she not given those monsters a home , gave them food and family and KINDNESS ? perhaps this is a payment for sins she's forgotten. lost to the ether of faux innocence and youth. her hair is disheveled , makeup smeared over her face , tears falling from his chin onto her expensive silk bathrobe. she debates calling for help , but there are few who know her secret , and it's not something she wishes to expose based solely upon her own incapabilities.
his entrance to the tent only furthers her embarrassment. she never wanted to be seen like this , discarded on the floor like garbage. she cant help but bring hands to her face , hiding from him , sparing him the sigh of smeared makeup and falling tears. in those moment she had been forced to relive the worst moments of her life , the beginnings of a darkness that damn near consumed her soul. sobs that shake her frame are not easily repressed , and it isn't until he is at her side that she pulls her hands away , hopeless , broken gaze cast upon him. how can she be expected to find the words that would truly describe what had happened to her ? that ghosts were real and edward mordrake had drawn her most horrific stories to the light once more , && had his demons , those things , tear her legs off , toss them aside and leave her exposed. he offers his hand and elsa peers up at him , gratitude gracing the edges of a distraught expression. she points across the tent to her prosthetics , indicating that she needs them if she were to stand. ❛ it was him. ❜ she answers his questioning gaze , sniffling before she drags the back of her hand beneath her nose. ❛ das arschloch , EDWARD MORDRAKE. ❜
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