Post by Elena Eldouir on Jun 21, 2023 13:30:39 GMT -5
[For Io Demeter]
There were a couple of people who had stood out to Elena before she had left for Dresmond. One was the absolute hunk of a man who had been a prisoner in their estate and was now somewhere in Coheed, she assumed. The other...was a man she had never been able to get out of her mind. He'd opened up something in her that she didn't know what possible and had somehow managed to fulfill every fantasy and whim she'd had. They had started out as enemies which made it so much hotter when they morphed into something different.
Changing her disguise once more to a young pretty little blonde now that Myla wasn't around to call her a canary, she had made her way to the home of Victor Rainecourt-Blackwater. She had very distinct memories of showing up at this door and what had followed afterwards and her heart raced with the thrill of seeing his face again. And that jaw line. Yummy.
She had managed tostealfind a dress that was better suited for the upper class as well as having the kind of allure she couldn't wait to show him, though it was currently covered up by a warm green cloak to keep out the Hiems chill. When the door was answered she asked for Victor and was met with a look of confusion and surprise. The servant went to go and get someone but it was not Victor. No, it was Mihail, Victor's older brother.
And thus the story was unfolded. Not only had Victor been married, something that wouldn't have stopped her, but it was later discovered that he had had affairs with a man and was later murdered in the streets for it.
Elena couldn't believe what she was hearing. She walked blindly and numbly from the estate as she tried to comprehend all she had heard. Victor was...dead? Murdered!? She walked for what felt like hours and in the middle of a road with only fields around her she finally stopped and let out everything she had. She screamed at the top of her lungs, thrusting her hands out and ripped a giant tree straight of the ground, roots and all, and thrust it towards an old, run down, and empty barn. They collided in a loud crash of crumbling wood as the tears streamed down her face. She fell to her knees and all of the grass and trees within a hundred foot radius turned to ash without ever burning, the earth black around her.
What had she expected to happen? What did she want anyway? It didn't matter now, did it? The only man who had ever showed that he actually cared about her was gone. The man she'd tried to save that day when the Eldouirs had attacked the city before the left, who she told to leave so he'd be safe, none of it had mattered. He'd died anyway. A terrible and vicious death. She didn't realize how much hope she'd truly held out for him until it was all gone.
Many hours later she found herself stepping into the Bronze Lion. The green cloak still wrapped around her shoulders. She had already been to the Thirsty Wench and had a few drinks, desperately in need of a way to numb these feelings that she had no way of preparing for. By the time she entered the Bronze Lion there was a small smile on her lips.
She stepped up to the bar and asked for two shots of their strongest drink before she turned around and leaned the small of her back against the edge of the as she surveyed the room. The view made her smile. Yes, she was in pain, but all she had wanted for the last 5 years was to come home and the familiar sight of the people in the tavern with varying levels of finery, was a balm to her soul. This was where she really belonged. Here. In Loren.
