What to do / I'm black and blue ANY

[Ajatar]

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devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest;
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress.

She almost couldn't show her face again.

The embarrassment of it all. No - that wasn't quite right, she wasn't embarrassed by what happened. She was upset, deeply upset, upset that someone might recognize her and know what she did. Who she was. What she could do. It didn't matter that it happened at the hand of her mother (cruel, spineless, evil...) and that she stopped it. Eventually.

In a sort of pathetic fallacy the snake scales along her legs have popped off and are scabbing over in a way that only happens when you're immortal. She's healing, a slow process, but internal damage? That's left to assessments. That's left to be discovered.

Yet she'll show her face then, wading in the river, feeling the loneliness of it crash down on her.