Lisa Bortiforte
She/Her
31
August 30
Camphrier Town, Kalos
Bi/Heteroromantic
Bioterrorist
Underboss
Bury me in the roses and rot; I'll come back thorned.
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Elisabeth Fiorelli
Apologies {social]
POSTED ON Jun 1, 2022 3:54:08 GMT
[attr=class,elisafont] [googlefont=Meddon] La Vie en Rose [break][break] [break] "But you didn't want to kill me."Wounded animals bit those who approached them, regardless of their intentions. That night, in the Petalburg Woods, she and Felix Gallagher had been each wounded in their own way. The blonde's own scars ran deep enough that they affected her in ways visible and not, twisting every facet of the person that Elisabeth was until who she was before her trauma was unrecognisable to her. "The man I saw that night... when you were absent from me. That man wanted to hurt me."Without meaning to, her grip on his shoulder tightened as coal black eyes bored into her mind, staring back from the shadows of her memory. She could feel it even now -- the pull of her hair by its roots, lifting her upwards from the ground to face his unflinching scrutiny; the sound, striking blow of his hand against her cheek, metallic blood pooling in her mouth in its wake. It had been a phantom animated by older, crueler memory. "He did. Many times. In ways I do not want to remember. In ways I try to forget."Each sentence came out with audible struggle, like dragging something buried out of the boggy depths of a swamp. Unearthed like this, Elisabeth's words felt painfully raw, and for all their sternness her voice couldn't raise itself from the lowness of a whisper. "He's dead now, Felix. He can't hurt me anymore. That night, I knew that. It's the only reason I did not react as you did in those woods. If I believed he was still alive, for even a second, and that you wore his face... I would have killed you. Without a doubt. Without a moment's hesitation."Her conviction was unshakeable. She had murdered that man in a slow, brutal manner, but had a swifter option been given to her? Yes. She would have taken it. Unabashedly. Joyfully. Disbelievingly. Anything to spare herself the excruciatingly slow agony that single year had inflicted on her. "There are parts of me that I do not like in myself. Things jagged edges have left behind. I can be... unkind."The grip on his shoulder faltered, her voice hushing as this time, Elisabeth hung her head. When she spoke next, it seemed her words were not aimed at Felix at all, but something distant. Something Elisabeth herself couldn't name aloud. "I am sorry," she repeated, wringing her hands in front of herself. "I don't know what else I can say." [break] [break] [break] ✿[newclass=".elisafont b"]color: #7bb661;[/newclass]
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