@ovcrlookcd when: the first night after the diosening where: diose’s suite
The blood and grime that covered her skin has been washed off, leaving her bruised and burned skin feeling raw and exposed. As if the branding wasn’t enough, whoever took her made a fantastic job leaving other lasting injuries that would bother her for days. If the numbness that has been torturing her for the last few hours is gone, there’s still a cut or a bruise that makes sure she’ll stay still. She just can’t win.
Rendered immobile due to her wounds, Diose lies still on top of her bed, one of the few luxuries she’s got left. With everything taken away from her, the few things she’s got left are the ones she brought with her to the tower. She tries not to think about all that has been stolen from her, all because the tears make her skin burn. But even when that is ignored, there’s so much to think about the very little energy and focus she has is spent on that so she doesn’t notice she has a visitor.
She tells herself she can’t keep crying, but her body stopped listening to her hours ago. Even when her pillow is completely wet, there is no stop to the few sobs that make her body shake. At least not until she spots who she believes is Pista out of the corner of her eye. After everything, she isn’t sure anymore.
“N-nnnnooo, n-nooo...”
