#c:crispin

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There was to be a bonding ceremony in the morning, and while it was shared that it would be for Allison Ellis; the young musician, she secretly hoped it would be her own as well. The fall evening had brought a cool chill to the air and Etta had enough peace of mind to retire to the room early wanting to prepare it for Crispin. Grabbing the poker from the fire she shifted a log lost in a daydream when she heard the door open. Sighing out a small expletive, “Shit,” as she was not ready for him. 

Running her hands down the skirt of her day dress, nervously before she turned and proceeded to walk towards the enigmatic man. Keeping her eyes lowered she stopped within in a couple of feet before she greeted him, “I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” Tenativly lifting her gaze to his she offered a soft smile, “I thought that maybe the preparation for the ceremony would take a bit longer.” Clutching her hands together there was no better time to make her small request. “Truthfully I was hoping there might be more than one ceremony tomorrow.” 

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It had a couple of days since Etta first noticed the smoke as she stood on the hilltop. It was the first sign of life she’d seen in over three weeks, and no matter the cost she was going to try to make her way to them. Originally part of a traveling caravan she had lost them when they were swarmed by a horde of the dead, and she’d been living her worst fear ever since: she was totally alone.  Left to her own devices she weaved in and out of abandoned establishments picking over what had already been picked through. It had been weeks since she had a proper meal, and was desperate enough to eat leaves and berries she was unsure of. With each step she fought off the fatigue and pain until her world simply went to black.

The first thing she could feel upon waking was warmth; she seemed to be cocooned in it. Slowly trusting her eyes to open she looked around the room with difficulty focusing, and let off a soft cry. Liberating her hand from a blanket she placed it on her temple as her head felt as if it was splitting. Making out only dark shadows she became nervous when one moved and seemed to come closer. Lifting her hands in protest she fought to sit up and find her voice, “No...please...help.” Frankly, she was concerned at being defenseless against the dead. 

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“You have to keep it a secret. I’ll find out if you tell anyone.” Crispin to Etta

Emotional Manipulation Starters// Accepting 

Etta’s breath hitched in her throat with the threat. If the last several weeks had proven anything it was–Crispin always followed through. The fact she caught him in the act of bedding another woman should have left her infuriated; however, she was scared. What the hell was happening? Time was not on her side and he’d been nothing but distant as of late. As tears glossed over her blue eyes she nodded, “I won’t say anything about the blonde mistress.” A tear tracked down her cheek which she quickly wiped before finishing, “to anyone.”  Rejection welled up in her chest threatening to choke her, or at least so it seemed. Unable to meet his gaze she looked down meekly, “Am I not enough?”