AISHA
all the good girls go to hell
'cause even god herself has enemies
'cause even god herself has enemies
Leaving the Hollowed Grounds had been surprisingly bitter sweet, she hadn't expected to be as attached to it as she felt. The manor would hopefully stand through LongNight, somewhere she could return to and find her old room in tact. All she could really do was hope, for the gods weren't often listening; hope that the fields would be green with life when she returned, the days would be brighter, the luxere would come and their fortifications would withstand, and no one would be mourned for.
She could only hope that she'd done enough, before seeking refuge in the mild and lovely city of Haulani.
The trip through the portal hadn't been nearly as awful as she'd expected, it was honestly rather exciting. Coming out the other end in another region, so close dimensionally but physically miles upon miles apart. And Haulani was a wonder itself, not at all what she'd pictured, far more put together and lively. She could only imagine how it would be without the bustling refugees, and dull of winter.
It'd been a couple days that she and Oliver had been staying at their planned residence, the brothel. What a place to stay, when he'd first told her of the destination she'd laughed, figuring he was kidding. She was so glad he wasn't, and the brothel too was better than anticipated. Their lodgings were nice and cozy, and though she was thrilled for that, it felt all too much like a vacation to actually be an escape from mortal danger.
She sat in her room now, thinking about what they'd left behind. Legs crossed, she lay on her back. Hazel eyes roamed over the ceiling, as restless as her thoughts. There were people they'd left behind who she considered friends, people she would hate to lose. She went back and forth on how she felt about her decision to come to Torchline, though always concluded that it'd been right. Still, it was a distressing conviction, that she could've somehow prevented any tragedies had she been in the Grounds. Unlikely, but distressing, and nibbling slowly at her confidence.
The door to her room was cracked just a bit, not on purpose, but the calming sugary scents of the brothel were welcome all the same.
Oliver!
She could only hope that she'd done enough, before seeking refuge in the mild and lovely city of Haulani.
The trip through the portal hadn't been nearly as awful as she'd expected, it was honestly rather exciting. Coming out the other end in another region, so close dimensionally but physically miles upon miles apart. And Haulani was a wonder itself, not at all what she'd pictured, far more put together and lively. She could only imagine how it would be without the bustling refugees, and dull of winter.
It'd been a couple days that she and Oliver had been staying at their planned residence, the brothel. What a place to stay, when he'd first told her of the destination she'd laughed, figuring he was kidding. She was so glad he wasn't, and the brothel too was better than anticipated. Their lodgings were nice and cozy, and though she was thrilled for that, it felt all too much like a vacation to actually be an escape from mortal danger.
She sat in her room now, thinking about what they'd left behind. Legs crossed, she lay on her back. Hazel eyes roamed over the ceiling, as restless as her thoughts. There were people they'd left behind who she considered friends, people she would hate to lose. She went back and forth on how she felt about her decision to come to Torchline, though always concluded that it'd been right. Still, it was a distressing conviction, that she could've somehow prevented any tragedies had she been in the Grounds. Unlikely, but distressing, and nibbling slowly at her confidence.
The door to her room was cracked just a bit, not on purpose, but the calming sugary scents of the brothel were welcome all the same.
and once heaven's out of sight
she'll want the devil on her team
she'll want the devil on her team
