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the cells | Jude & Violet
To say that Jude’s pride had been injured was an understatement. Thankfully she’d been able to avoid being completely sucked into her past, but the flashes that came forward were traumatizing all over again. Most of the time the djinn tried to forget her past, convince herself that she’d fully moved past it. But it was moments like these that humbled her, forced her to remember that she could never fully move on. There was no erasing her past.
Therefore she was trying to avoid those realizations, moving from cell to cell as much as the guards would allow to check on others. Over her three residencies at the Institute, she was likely more intimately familiar with these sorts of episodes than most. “Hey,” she offered softly, sliding down to the ground to be on the same level as the other. “It won’t last forever. I promise there’s an end to this.”
Violet was laying on the ground, an arm over her eyes, not even caring that she was still nude. It was just a state of being, nothing to be ashamed of- and honestly even if she was ashamed, she was far too tired to give a shit. She lay on the ground, sore, and aching and just trying to will herself to fall asleep. At least she was used to not eating for periods of time, that wasn’t an issue, but fuck was she thirsty. She sighed slightly and then heard someone move to sit down hear her. She turned her head with a slight frown and opened her eyes, seeing the woman who was sitting next to her before she nodded.
“Yeah, I thought I was supposed to be safe after I got claimed and all,” she muttered as she touched her collar and then shrugged. “But nothing like a little oppression to make sure we never forget our place, right?” she asked dryly.














