[Closed] Rituals and Sacrifices
Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2019 5:42 am
14th Vortas, 2719
BRUNNHOLD | AFTERNOON, AFTER LAST CLASS BEFORE TERM BREAK
BRUNNHOLD | AFTERNOON, AFTER LAST CLASS BEFORE TERM BREAK
Lilanee sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the floor before her without really seeing it. Her school satchel was sitting in an abandoned heap on the hardwood floor beside her feet, sagging like it carried her feelings in physical form. Her hands rested on her thighs, a handwritten letter between them, the creases where it had been folded in the envelope still crisp and fresh, envelope itself hastily torn and thrown on the bed.
Blinking, the teenager focused, lifting her eyes to collection of aged pottery on her shelf. She exhaled shakily, vision blurring again, and closed her eyes against the tears that came. Falling sideways onto the soft downy Brunnhold standard pillow, Lilanee curled the letter to her stomach, knees tucking close as she broke down. She sobbed, aching sounds that sounded too loud in her small cluttered room, free hand reaching to clutch the pillow tightly as though the pressure could filter all her emotions away.
Eventually, the red head found herself staring again, sniffling occasionally and feeling drained. She lifted the slightly crumpled letter to her face, wiping her puffy red eyes on the pillow case and frowning.
No. No this wasn’t okay, and she wasn’t going to accept it.
Getting out of bed, the Hessean moved around the room to collect her bag and tie her hair up into a high ponytail, small curls escaping around her ears and nape of her neck. Dressed in her school uniform, having finished her last class for the day only moments before the letter had been handed to her by a staff passive, Lilanee stormed from her room with all the fury of an autumn storm.
Honestly she wasn’t even sure what she was doing, but there was no way she could just accept it. No clocking way.
Reaching an all too familiar building, she took the stairs by two, ignoring the hall monitor who barked at her about the proper approvals for going into the boys dorms, the red head reached Ezre’s room and knocked hard and fast. She didn’t stop until he opened it, snapping the paper up beside her blotchy face, eyes swollen and red behind her glasses.
“Pack a bag, you are coming to Vienda.” She said, voice still thick from her tears, though she shed none now. Her field was burning with crimson flares of anger, rolling off her in waves that kept the monitor at bay at the end of the hall. Entering the room of her own accord, Lilanee began to look for his bags, as though she was ready to start packing for him.
“We’ll need to go speak with the Headmistress of course, to ensure she is aware we’ll be off campus during the break. I imagine we’ll be back before graduation, so it should be fine. It’s just ridiculous honestly, and I just am going to say as much!” The teenager said with a short laugh of disbelief, shaking her head as she looked around the room, not quite acknowledging the blurring of her vision as tears began to well again. Blinking them away, she moved to where he kept his clothing, letter gripped between the fingers of one hand so tightly it was crumbling in on itself.
“My mother can’t just decide these things, no one can. Yes, okay, father has been gone for a while now but he’s always gone a long time. If we did this every time he was gone…imagine!” Her voice landed too high on the last word, falling apart bit by bit as she tried to hold onto the anger that had moved her feet here. It was flitting away however, mingling with a stormy dark slate that was crawling in from the edges of her field.
“Mister Vks?” The boy who had been tasked with hall monitor left the most obvious question unasked, standing outside the doorframe, glancing inside with a curious expression at the red head. She wasn't meant to be in there, Joseph Grey knew that rule very well, but there weren't any instructions on how to deal with angry upset Hessean’s who ignored that rule. He couldn't very well demand her to leave, frankly he was a little afraid of what she might do. His eyes flicked to Ezre, looking for some sort of guidance in the absence of an adult.
“I should…maybe I should come back?” He whispered awkwardly, glancing at the girl again with a grimace.
Blinking, the teenager focused, lifting her eyes to collection of aged pottery on her shelf. She exhaled shakily, vision blurring again, and closed her eyes against the tears that came. Falling sideways onto the soft downy Brunnhold standard pillow, Lilanee curled the letter to her stomach, knees tucking close as she broke down. She sobbed, aching sounds that sounded too loud in her small cluttered room, free hand reaching to clutch the pillow tightly as though the pressure could filter all her emotions away.
Eventually, the red head found herself staring again, sniffling occasionally and feeling drained. She lifted the slightly crumpled letter to her face, wiping her puffy red eyes on the pillow case and frowning.
No. No this wasn’t okay, and she wasn’t going to accept it.
Getting out of bed, the Hessean moved around the room to collect her bag and tie her hair up into a high ponytail, small curls escaping around her ears and nape of her neck. Dressed in her school uniform, having finished her last class for the day only moments before the letter had been handed to her by a staff passive, Lilanee stormed from her room with all the fury of an autumn storm.
Honestly she wasn’t even sure what she was doing, but there was no way she could just accept it. No clocking way.
Reaching an all too familiar building, she took the stairs by two, ignoring the hall monitor who barked at her about the proper approvals for going into the boys dorms, the red head reached Ezre’s room and knocked hard and fast. She didn’t stop until he opened it, snapping the paper up beside her blotchy face, eyes swollen and red behind her glasses.
“Pack a bag, you are coming to Vienda.” She said, voice still thick from her tears, though she shed none now. Her field was burning with crimson flares of anger, rolling off her in waves that kept the monitor at bay at the end of the hall. Entering the room of her own accord, Lilanee began to look for his bags, as though she was ready to start packing for him.
“We’ll need to go speak with the Headmistress of course, to ensure she is aware we’ll be off campus during the break. I imagine we’ll be back before graduation, so it should be fine. It’s just ridiculous honestly, and I just am going to say as much!” The teenager said with a short laugh of disbelief, shaking her head as she looked around the room, not quite acknowledging the blurring of her vision as tears began to well again. Blinking them away, she moved to where he kept his clothing, letter gripped between the fingers of one hand so tightly it was crumbling in on itself.
“My mother can’t just decide these things, no one can. Yes, okay, father has been gone for a while now but he’s always gone a long time. If we did this every time he was gone…imagine!” Her voice landed too high on the last word, falling apart bit by bit as she tried to hold onto the anger that had moved her feet here. It was flitting away however, mingling with a stormy dark slate that was crawling in from the edges of her field.
“Mister Vks?” The boy who had been tasked with hall monitor left the most obvious question unasked, standing outside the doorframe, glancing inside with a curious expression at the red head. She wasn't meant to be in there, Joseph Grey knew that rule very well, but there weren't any instructions on how to deal with angry upset Hessean’s who ignored that rule. He couldn't very well demand her to leave, frankly he was a little afraid of what she might do. His eyes flicked to Ezre, looking for some sort of guidance in the absence of an adult.
“I should…maybe I should come back?” He whispered awkwardly, glancing at the girl again with a grimace.