WHERE: Zelenia’s Home WHEN: June 5th, after the seance WHO: Closed for @zeleniarosi
Lucrezia felt fifty shade of disgusting. While the lustre of life may have brought color back to her cheeks and mobility to her body, she was still wearing the same dress she’d died in weeks prior. Her hair was unwashed (and longer?) and her eyes were encircled in rotted away makeup. Despite where she’d come from, she felt entirely not herself. After an initial greeting she’d found it hard to speak at all, following Zel to her home in uncharacteristic silence. Now showered, she found the itch only slightly relieved.
“Sorry about that,” she approached steaming fresh from the shower, fitting herself awkwardly into a chair of Zel’s living room. “Awkward silence, rancid smell, and, of course, dying. Please consider this my formal apology for all of the above.” She smiled but it was empty, sandwiched between a hopeless sigh. When she spoke again it was quieter, vulnerable. “It’s weird, isn’t it.”