let me pick your brain, girl.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
And the breakdown of this moment was simple -
Levi was a butthole.
He was a manwhore, he thought with his dick instead of his brain, and he obviously was missing those vital red blood cells that should have been going to his brain, instead of flooding his groin... or being used to feed that good for nothing female of his. The one who should have been his prisoner...
Instead of his bedfellow.
And so, Warrick's decree has been set down, and when he leaves, Ceara find's she's too mad to feel the quickening in her heart. Levi was given instructions to escort Karaugh across the border, and to leave her there. Knowing Levi as she did in all his pigheaded boorishness, she would not put it past him to stretch out his orders...since it was something he was so very good at.
Since Ceara is pretty sure that Ellyse never said once to 'fuck the prisoner, oh and by the way its okay if she drinks your blood.'
Talk about Stockholm syndrome.
Ceara felt the acid in her stomach turn to dust, the bile in her liver rising to her thoat as she looked on her favorite person in the world with new eyes. The innocence fell like scales from her thick dark lashes, and it was with an emotional, angry sob, that she turns her velvet tinged body towards the border.
Fuck Levi she thinks. He obviously doesn't need me, so I don't need him.
Ceara was going to Nerine, and apparently she was going alone.
Because women are the only ones with sense in this god-forsaken Kingdom. She trudges on, making her way past the islands, and when she hits the field, she runs.
She runs in a way she has never had to. The lactic acid burns as she pumps her legs like a wild machine, tears flying into the wind behind her, putting as much distance between her and Tephra - her and Levi, Warrick - as possible. To try and find a place that made sense. A place where her innocence still meant something. She was still a young thing, who had wanted to grow up so fast. And now she finds, that she wished she could take it all back. To bear so much love, only to be let down, was an emotion she never wanted to feel. It made her sick - her stomach clenching and turning in on itself as she continues to pound salt, pushing the dirt and the soil behind her with every sure stroke of her strong legs.
She was running for the forest, and when she finally reached it, she felt that there was enough cover to slow down.
She has never seen such trees before. Massive pined needles with large red trunks. A quiet mysticism fell over this place, like it held many stories that Ceara herself would never be able to understand.
Tears continue to fall silently down ash-colored cheeks as Ceara quietly makes her way between the trees. She has come here to disappear for a while - perhaps forever.
At least until she has figured out what she wants to do next.
ceara
offspring x reagan, smoke healing & fire negation
@[Levi]