08-20-2018, 07:21 PM
As she was summoned to another meeting - her second, to be precise - Cleo could not help but notice the rough state her father appeared to be in. She looked upon him with the want to feel some semblance of worry, but would frown as the only emotion that surged to meet her was anger. Her rage had been insatiable as of late, a burning fire that ignited within her veins and prevented her from even entertaining the thought of forgiveness. The only one seemingly safe from her wrath was Aita, her sister entirely not at fault given the fact that they had suffered through that situation together. Eshe refused to permit bygones to be bygones and molded Cleo into the enraged child she was today because of it, not ceasing in her efforts to permanently corrupt the undersized bengal completely without her knowing.
She refused to say a word because of all of this, a metaphorical brow merely rising as she took a seat besides Aita. Cleo knew that she had received a shoutout but dared not thank her father for recognizing her more frequent appearances. It was nice to be noticed but the damage had already been done.
She refused to say a word because of all of this, a metaphorical brow merely rising as she took a seat besides Aita. Cleo knew that she had received a shoutout but dared not thank her father for recognizing her more frequent appearances. It was nice to be noticed but the damage had already been done.
THOUGHT THAT I'D FEEL BETTER
MY V IS FOR VENDETTA
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BORN FROM DARK WATER
[color=#445544]DAUGHTER OF THE RAIN AND SNOW
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