illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
i, carrion
POSTED ON Feb 13, 2024 3:13:55 GMT
[attr="class","illeana"] [attr="class","illeana b"] [attr="class","illeana i"]between the two and the detrimental tether that binds them, she would surmise that she did not have it as bad as freya. if she knew the intricacies, the details left to fester and burn in a closet like hidden skeletons, she would seethe... but she is blind to what she does not know, to who she had supported. if asked, though? she would murmur tales of false love, of worship in late hours of the night and early mornings spent crossing lines she can never take back. she would speak of her doubts, of the self-conscious way she picks herself apart now for who is she without him behind her - without the man who put her where she is today? she did not suffer in the way freya did - not even close - but they had shattered in similar ways from the same origin point. does it connect them? does it rip them apart? "i understand."to remember a past self and the lengths they would have gone for those around them, she is acutely aware of the concept... and the bitterness that comes with it. she, too, would not revert back nor would she blame freya for refusing to do the same. there is knowledge found in those experiences that shape them into who they are now, but if they could remove the bad and only keep the good - would it be worth it, then? "for what it's worth, you're still one of the best people i know."fierce, loyal, admirable. she'd tell her over and over, if she could, to ease the pain clinging to her frame like soot and smoke. a nod follows as freya stands, as their meeting draws to a close, as she promises her voice. and before the curtain falls, before she fully turns away, illeana holds her soft smile out for the councilwoman one more time to take with her as she goes. "and you'll have mine, freya."the soft thank you drifts along the breeze, then, and it carries the faint scent of flowers and kinship. her own gratitude gets lost in the following shuffle of footsteps, but she murmurs it all the same. "thank you and be safe."
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