Briar Hayes ♡ Rose Red (badsister) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-01-31 10:15:00 |
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Who: Briar Hayes
What: The aftermath of her short time in the Homelands
When: Monday, January 31st 2011
Where: Camelot
Warnings: None? Kinda? Maybe. ...
Ever since Nick and Miri had come to her rescue last week and after she'd been checked out at the clinic, Briar had more or less locked herself in her room in the castle and not come out. Partially because she didn't want to see anyone except Charlotte and partially because she was afraid of what could happen if she had that much freedom to wander, she'd already proven in the past week that she couldn't even trust herself to behave. Now wasn't the time to get any more careless, after all she was lucky she'd actually escaped with her life. Turns out he hadn't wanted to kill her. He'd wanted her to stay with him in Toscane and be his queen. Oh the fucking ironies surrounding that nearly choked her and Rose to death. If you asked her what had possessed her to put herself at risk like that by planting herself directly in his path, she could have given you a thousand and one reasons that would have all made sense except for one.
Curiosity. A sick, morbid, all consuming curiosity for a man who wanted to own her so badly that he was destroying absolutely everything in his path to get to her. Well, her curiosity had been met, but at a terrible price. She hadn't been able to fight him off in the end, and after all was said and done, after all the ways they'd (literally) taken stabs at each other, they'd torn each other apart in the only way either of them knew how. Sitting on her bed now in the dim lit room of the castle she could still make out every bruise covering her legs, her stomach and her arms. Even her back. The thin night gown she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination. The bruises in between her thighs were an especially dark purple and every time she looked down at them she winced, remembering all the sick ways her body had reluctantly responded to him.
She was ashamed. She hadn't wanted it, but she'd asked for it anyway. In a moment of weakness she'd given in to the man who was slowly on his way to taking everything from her, and she didn't have a lot. What else could she do but give in? With the plunge of that knife into her shoulder he'd set her free, free from caring and she'd had a very brief, fleeting thought that maybe this was how it was supposed to happen. For that moment she had forgotten that this was the man ruining her life and manipulating her into a state of ownership that no person should have over her. But she didn't care, from the moment she'd seen her sister's lifeless body on the floor she hadn't cared until she saw Nick and Miri burst in two days later.
She'd gotten some hope back. Kane had made her forget that she still had friends, that she still had people who would come to her rescue when she needed it and that she wasn't alone in her own darkness like he wanted her to be. That, if anything, was the crucial difference between them. When Kane had fled the scene Briar had never been so happy in her life to leave with them. She didn't want to be this person he was trying so hard to make her out to be, she couldn't. Her sister couldn't die for nothing. But ever since she'd been brought back she'd heard his voice in her ears around every corner, thought she was hallucinating his terrifying figure at every turn. Logically she knew he couldn't find her here but when her own floor boards creaked under her feet she let out a sharp gasp and pulled her knees up to her chest from her perch on the bed, wrapping her arms around her legs and shivering violently in the darkness.
For the tenth time that week Briar dissolved into quiet, inconsolable sobs, bracing her forehead on the crack in between her knees as she shut her eyes against the images that came anyway. Kane's face hovering over her, her blood soaking the front of her dress as her own knife pierced her shoulder. The sick way her body had still twisted and bent for him after, as if she had no control over her own body anymore. Only he did. She couldn't decide who she was more disgusted with, herself or the monster who'd made her. "Then make it." With an especially violent shudder as the memory of Kane's voice filled her ears again, her eyes flew open and her hand drifted down to clutch at her stomach for reasons she couldn't even begin to fathom yet.