Bushara Terra (like_a_ghost) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-08-13 10:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: bushara terra |
Who: Bushara and Open
What: Reflections attempting to practice
Where: Dance Room
When: August 13th, afternoon
Bushara had been keeping to herself a great deal more lately due to her dreams. She had looked back at some of her older conversations on the board and could even see the same things her mother would do being done by herself. Was she any better than her?
She had the music playing so she could practice her routine for the final assignment in the acting workshop. She had been thinking of asking Ambriel to play the part of the prince for her Swan Lake scene, but ever since these dreams started, she found herself not sure of her intentions with the angel. Has she been manipulating him for her own selfish purposes?
Sweat covered her human form. She had been practicing for a while. Maybe she was simply trying to work herself to death so she wouldn't think on these dreams as much. If that were the case, she was failing miserably she told herself as she took a drink of water. How could she not have noticed she was becoming her mother? Manipulating that poor Sara girl simply because she was attracted to her. Manipulating Ambriel so that she could get him to change his ways and possibly love her. Even manipulating the fairy boy Adrian. She was taken with all three of them, and like a selfish shaytan, she sought to take them all for herself.
She walked over to the phone to restart the music, turning it up even louder so that she could stop those thoughts in their tracks. She was not like her mother, she couldn't be. Her mother used people until they were no longer useful, then she would betray them. She, Bushara, would not betray these people, but was she just telling herself this? Was this actually a lie? How would she know? She was still having fun with all three of them, so none of them has yet to wear out their usefulness.