amara's only sin was falling in love (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} histruelove) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thecityof,@ 2017-12-08 18:41:00 |
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WHAT: Amara asks for death. Katherine couldn't be more giving
WHEN: After Amara arrives to LA
WHERE: Amara's apartment
WARNINGS: Violence, near character death.
Amara tossed the phone that was in her hand as if it were on fire and she watched as it clattered on the floor until it was still. Nothing was the same. Nothing felt real. The last she remembered was her love killing her with mercy as she had asked him to and then she found herself here, in this strange place. The noises might have stopped thanks to the spell that was performed, but Amara was out of her element. She had spent two thousand years trapped, scared, in pain as she was a continuous doorway to the Other Side only to be found and given death by her beloved, as she had requested. She longed for Silas so badly. If she closed her eyes, his voice would calm her, but it was just an illusion, it wasn't real. He wasn't here and she was desperate for release of this life. It was why she had told Katherine to give her death.
Everything in her apartment frightened her. To the windows looking out onto the city, the big lights flashing, the art on the walls. None of this was what she remembered and perhaps with guidance and time she would find her way to not be so terrified, but she was more so terrified of Qetsiyah. She was a powerful witch, was it she who had done this?
"I can't," she gasped out, her hand resting to her stomach as she nearly doubled over and fell to her knees. She sobbed, her body in pain from her agony and it was only when the door opened that she looked quickly, her vision blurry, her expression wrecked as she saw a mirror image of herself. "Come quick," she whispered then and watched as her mirror image waltzed into the room.
"Please," Amara said then, moving to find her feet so she could stand.
"Take me from this. I just want peace." But there was no peace for Amara. She had sinned and it was a wonder that angels, with their fluttered wings and voices like silk would want her in any way. She had no idea of what these angels were, but she felt that she was not worthy in their presence.
"Make it end." Her tone was one of resolve as she looked at Katherine, her eyes pleading her mirror image, her carbon copy to end her life.