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
Sewing Circle [M/O]
POSTED ON Jul 29, 2022 5:08:27 GMT
[attr=class,elisafont] [googlefont=Meddon] La Vie en Rose [break][break] [break] “I know better than most what it’s like to feel chained to a fate because of fear, is all.” It was as if a thorned knot inside of her had unraveled, loosening with each word that Rowan Wrynn spoke aloud. It was beyond what he shared about Katherine Fairburne. It was what he shared of himself that unmoored her, leaving her briefly speechless before she nodded. "Yes. I think... I understand your distinction."A lump rose in her throat, threatening to choke her own reply as Elisabeth swallowed the welling rush of emotion back. There weren't words for this, the sense of kinship that she had hearing the Rocket Beast describe ineffable truths that she, herself, knew so intimately. Cillian Quinn had asked Elisabeth if she had joined Rocket for sanctuary, but it had been, in truth, for belonging. "Freedom is what I value most, too." The wavering tenor to her reply and the faintest mist in her eyes both betrayed how deeply his single statement had affected her. "To speak truthfully, I cannot imagine a world in which I leave Team Rocket, because it gives me more freedom than any other path I can picture for myself. More than I could accomplish alone."Rocket was still a cage, as BARNABY FINCH had observed once to her a long time ago, but it was the cage she herself had chosen: knowing the dangers that lurked within, and accepting them for what they were. She had nested in its iron confines and made a home for herself. And although she would hunt those who left because it was asked of her, no true hatred burned in her for those who left, either. Because Elisabeth, too, had once tried to spread her wings to escape a different prison. One that she, like now, had chosen for herself, albeit that time it was blindly. "I do not think you are wrong, to have doubted your place here. To have wondered what it might be like to leave." This time, hers were the treasonous words whispered aloud -- her own trust in the man across from her implicit though unasked for. "Because if you do not doubt sometimes, if you do not examine yourself and your own motives for being here, you cease to think. You relinquish control over yourself and your own destiny."And I refuse to lose that freedom. I refuse to lose my choice, in being here."Thank you," she said suddenly, looking up. "For sharing this with me today."[break] [break] [break] ✿[newclass=".elisafont b"]color: #7bb661;[/newclass]
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