rosie
she / her
15
October 15
Vermilion City, Kanto
unknown
Explorer
Lorekeeper
But I still believe, someday this lie will set me free
TAG WITH @eris
Eris Halla
Distraction || C
POSTED ON May 27, 2021 15:03:48 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","viva"][break] [attr="class","vivalyric"]花散らせ今吹くこの嵐は まさに春泥棒 [break]
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Everything about the atmosphere feels off. From the restlessness in her actions to the obvious lack of quiet rambling or humming echoing through the lab, it's clear to anyone that Eris isn't acting like her usual self. [break][break] She measures out a beaker of alcohol, absentmindedly grounding violet flowers, leaves and stems without care for how fine a mush the pieces have been mashed into. All that she can think of are the two missions she's been sent on in the past few days, the casualties of each one and the League personnel who remember her name. As far as she knows, she's done nothing to warrant suspicion nor directly incriminate herself. [break][break] But fear is an irrational creature, burrowing deep into the consciousness of every person. She's run into Eva Morales and Locke Jamison after the retrieval of the supposed life tree, bonding with them over little adventures and experiences. And she remembers Hideo Kino and John Sullivan from the time they'd stumbled across numerous dead bodies for an admittedly harrowing experience. What would happen if they truly knew of her allegiances? Would they have been disappointed? Would they attempt to turn her in? [break][break] What if they hated her for lying to them? [break][break] The newest page of her usually messy notebook remains empty today, unease stunting her thought processes as she fails to pick up the pencil to write. Letting go of the pestle, Eris turns her attention away from the paper and towards her companions, her gaze following the idle movements of a tail and electrical sparks as she leans back into her seat. [break][break] "My brain hurts."
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