RP: Cold ... Characters: Corey, Roland Time/Date: 9ish, September 21 Location: her room Warnings/Rating: None Summary: Corey contemplates and is sad Status: Complete
Corey wrapped her arms around herself as she peered out the window. It was cold. The window was frosted over, and she felt ... horrific. She was all but drowning in the memories of ...
... of everything.
Of the betrayed trust. Of the attack. Of the fight, her premature burial, her father ...
Closing her eyes, Corey felt the twin tears trickle down her cheeks, and she sniffled slightly. There was a flash in the window, and she opened her eyes slowly. The frost on the glass was starting to disappate, and she saw something small and silver gliding along the ground.
The wizards, she knew, and she wished she could do something to help, but she didn't know magic. She could stab. She could shoot. She could ward off a vampire, but ... she couldn't work that sort of magic.
Turning away from the window, she moved to flop on the bed to wait for Roland to finish his shower. After that, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do. Hide in here? Venture out? Maybe she'd find some chocolate; that was supposed to help.
Or maybe she'd go make some brownies, if Roland wanted time to himself.
Or maybe ... she'd just lay here and wait for the mood to pass.