08-15-2018, 11:43 AM
CLEO ROUX-CIPHER
(this is retro as heck bc technically cleo is still captured in the ascendants!! i was just antsy to play her again)
Home... what a strange, suddenly intangible concept to the young girl.
It had been nearly two weeks since she had disappeared, taken against her will by the leader of the Ascendants only to be trapped with the rest of its members when the Observatory entered lockdown. As much as she wished to insist that the people there had been cruel and cold to her, Cleo was not interested in lying about the state of her confinement. They had treated her and Aita nicely, feeding them and caring for them despite their relatively... unpleasant personalities. She knew firsthand how difficult she and her sister could be, and personally admired the dedication of individuals like Versaillespalace and Bastilleprisoner- a set of siblings who appeared far less disastrous in nature than she and Aita. But she'd never admit that, not when a new sort of anger and betrayal had blossomed in her heart, its roots threatening to strangle any remaining love she held for her family.
They had forgotten about her.
They had left her and Aita all alone in a strange new place.
As far as she was concerned, they hadn't even attempted to save either of them.
That hurt more than she would care to share, and within her time spent in that godforsaken Observatory, had been the cause of many tears in the few moments she had to herself. No word from her father... her aunt Vandal... any of her sisters or brothers... She had been left in complete isolation, Eshe and Aita her only companions. A part of her hadn't wished to return. At least within the Observatory, they had had enough decency to care, but here... Here, she could no longer say the same. A small part of her knew that she was being dramatic and childish, but Eshe, ever the good friend, was always so quick in dismissing her worry in favor of more anger. More hatred. It had been the snake who at first convinced Cleo that her family had rejected her, pushing that thought into her mind over and over and over again until it had simply stuck.
Now, she was left struggling with the consequences of her mamba's actions.
[color=#445544]"I'm home."
Her voice was quiet, laced with nothing save a cruel mix of apathy and dejection. Her hearing had only gotten worse in her absence but, as always, she possessed no interest in asking anyone to repeat themselves. They probably wouldn't want to anyways- she wouldn't blame them. [color=#445544]"Cleo, if any of you forgot," She'd add as she crossed over the border, the comment made more snidely than anything else.
[color=#445544]"Thanks for coming to help me. I really appreciate it."
Home... what a strange, suddenly intangible concept to the young girl.
It had been nearly two weeks since she had disappeared, taken against her will by the leader of the Ascendants only to be trapped with the rest of its members when the Observatory entered lockdown. As much as she wished to insist that the people there had been cruel and cold to her, Cleo was not interested in lying about the state of her confinement. They had treated her and Aita nicely, feeding them and caring for them despite their relatively... unpleasant personalities. She knew firsthand how difficult she and her sister could be, and personally admired the dedication of individuals like Versaillespalace and Bastilleprisoner- a set of siblings who appeared far less disastrous in nature than she and Aita. But she'd never admit that, not when a new sort of anger and betrayal had blossomed in her heart, its roots threatening to strangle any remaining love she held for her family.
They had forgotten about her.
They had left her and Aita all alone in a strange new place.
As far as she was concerned, they hadn't even attempted to save either of them.
That hurt more than she would care to share, and within her time spent in that godforsaken Observatory, had been the cause of many tears in the few moments she had to herself. No word from her father... her aunt Vandal... any of her sisters or brothers... She had been left in complete isolation, Eshe and Aita her only companions. A part of her hadn't wished to return. At least within the Observatory, they had had enough decency to care, but here... Here, she could no longer say the same. A small part of her knew that she was being dramatic and childish, but Eshe, ever the good friend, was always so quick in dismissing her worry in favor of more anger. More hatred. It had been the snake who at first convinced Cleo that her family had rejected her, pushing that thought into her mind over and over and over again until it had simply stuck.
Now, she was left struggling with the consequences of her mamba's actions.
[color=#445544]"I'm home."
Her voice was quiet, laced with nothing save a cruel mix of apathy and dejection. Her hearing had only gotten worse in her absence but, as always, she possessed no interest in asking anyone to repeat themselves. They probably wouldn't want to anyways- she wouldn't blame them. [color=#445544]"Cleo, if any of you forgot," She'd add as she crossed over the border, the comment made more snidely than anything else.
[color=#445544]"Thanks for coming to help me. I really appreciate it."
© MADI
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BORN FROM DARK WATER
[color=#445544]DAUGHTER OF THE RAIN AND SNOW
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