l i v i n i a
such is life, such is death.
It is strange that this darkness had been somewhat of a revelation of sorts for Livinia. She had never really known who she was or where she belonged. In her early years she had struggled so with simply figuring out how to exist in this world. It was more difficult than she imagined - trying to figure out how to live in a world when she wasn’t truly alive. That had lead her to bargain with the mountain - being caught in a strange paradox of life and death.
But it was Beyza who had shown her that first kindness - who had first bestowed upon her the ability to hunt. It was Beyza who had supported her when she had first grappled with the bloodlust that first time.
Even after the mountain, Livinia had struggled to find her place in a world where she didn’t quite fit. It was only when she embraced this that she finally found some semblance of peace. For so long she had fought to be something she wasn’t when she had always been both. Dead and alive. Empty and overflowing. She was a creature who wanted and a creature who was nothing but hollow, empty insides. When she’d finally accepted this, she’d finally mastered the small bits of magic that she did possess - becoming one with the smoke and fog that lived in her blood. She was smoke and she was shadows and the darkness breathed life into her bones.
So she thrived in this darkness, moving uninhibited in the shadows. The creatures that lurked in the darkness paid her no heed, wanting little to do with one who was not truly living. She steps from the smoke and fog that curls around her, letting her body become corporeal once again as she makes her way through the trees.
Then she sees it.
The light.
She resists the temptation to turn away, the sight so foreign in this strange new world. But she can’t turn away. Because she recognizes that pure white light immediately and it causes something inside her to twist and lurch uncomfortably.
“Beyza,” she says, aloud, and as soon as the name leaves her lips the guilt of not seeking her out sooner comes crashing over Livinia. It has been too long since she’s seen her. Has she been avoiding her or had she just been too busy trying to figure out her own mind? It unsettles her that she does not have the answer. But her legs are already moving.
”Bey,” she says, closer now, slipping back into her pet name for her closest friend. Something churns in Livinia’s stomach at the sight of her friend so clearly so unsettled. Livinia goes to her immediately, pressing her nose to where Bey’s neck met her shoulder before speaking again. But the touch was enough to reassure Livinia that she was here - real - for she could feel the heat rolling of her very much living body.
”Are you alright?” she asks, though she is confident that she knows the answer. She can see plain as day that Beyza is not alright. The guilt churns again - hot and bright. There’s so much she could have - should have done differently. But she had been weak then - equal parts afraid of who she was and who she wasn’t. Not now.
She’s quiet for a moment, before deciding whether or not to reveal to Beyza what Jamie has already told her the news. Because it is her suspicion that it has something to do with Beyza’s current...situation. Though Livinia doesn’t presume to know about the nature of the relationship between Beyza and her twin. She knows better than that. She did, however, suppress the sick pulse of jealousy that had settled in her chest. That was her own issue to deal with later, not something that she would put on Beyza now. Not when she was like this.
”He told me,” she breathes, softly, hoping that her knowledge of the triplets doesn’t make the situation worse.
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