ermmmm making a video soon (not gonna be full cuz I won't be able to put it. Plus storage will be dead)
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ermmmm making a video soon (not gonna be full cuz I won't be able to put it. Plus storage will be dead)
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Missing Him-Karilin (Open)
"Damn..." Karilin stared at the mirror shards on the floor of her room in the Keep, the pieces reflecting her face distorted and broken back at her. The brush she'd thrown at it was lying on the floor next to the mess, and she sighed. She bent to pick up the shards, but one directly looked upon her vallaslin, dragging him back to her mind. Instead of cleaning up, Kari slid to the floor and wrapped her arms around herself, pressing her forehead against the cold stone. Tears dripped onto the floor and her shoulders shook, but she didn't make a sound.
"Why? Why did this happen?" She sat up and shook her head, keeping her eyes closed. "Damn you. Damn you!" she whispered. The elf sighed heavily and contemplated the sharp bits of glass on the ground. It had been over a year and it still hurt her like this! She felt weak.
Weak: Open
Karilin coughed, the rumble in her chest making a disturbingly loud ruckus. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. "I hate this time of year..." she whined. Her muscles ached and felt too fatigued to allow her to turn over again. With a huff, she resigned herself to laying there with the covers making her face far too warm for comfort.
Saving Yourself - OPEN
Karilin sat by the fire, sharpening her daggers, avoiding the eyes of everyone around her. That stupid Guardian, she thought, cursing inwardly. Seeing Tamlen again had caused her no small amount of grief, especially since he'd already asked her if she felt guilty. Do I feel guilty? What kind of stupid question is that? she thought angrily, running the stone along the blade with more intensity. She didn't notice when the edge of her hand caught on the steel and began to drip blood onto the snow beneath her.