"That ye never truely fancied me. Yer jus' like any other natural lass.... get yer curiosty sated, an' ye go off lookin' fer a man."
"Donna need ter tell me...."
 "I know how it is..."
Klynzahr obliges finishing off her own glass, before upending the remainder of the bottle. Although her face is flushed deep purple, she remians oddly steady on her feet. After the empty bottle hits the table, there is a painful silence. Then she says quietly "M'sorry ifin I made ye uncomfortable, back there in th'brume. It had been a long while ye see an'.... well I jus' got th'wrong idea."
"Allus did try ter go slow with ye.... jus' ye were such a lovely thing, I ...."
"Well it were damm hard ter resist ye fer long."
"....... M'sorry again lass. Really, I am."
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It had been a while, since she had needed its effects.Â
The gentle kiss of oblivion, of forgetting, of being... empty.
It would, she knew, banish the voices that plagued her.
For weeks, months, she had almost thought herself a different person. A changed woman from the Heretic that had stood in court, spitting on her accusers. A woman who helped instead of hurt... who brought change without suffering.Â
Yet she couldn't do that.
The Elezen pushes the plunger down slowly, eyes lidding as she slumps down against the book case.Â
She couldn't change anything...
The syringe clatters onto the wood floor with the sound of breaking glass, and Evangeline bends down to pull off the strap on her arm, her teeth latching on to it in a practiced motion.
All she could do was harm...
Her head touches the wood floor and she loses herself to dreams.
"Donna need ter tell me...."
 "I know how it is..."
Klynzahr obliges finishing off her own glass, before upending the remainder of the bottle. Although her face is flushed deep purple, she remians oddly steady on her feet. After the empty bottle hits the table, there is a painful silence. Then she says quietly "M'sorry ifin I made ye uncomfortable, back there in th'brume. It had been a long while ye see an'.... well I jus' got th'wrong idea."
"Allus did try ter go slow with ye.... jus' ye were such a lovely thing, I ...."
"Well it were damm hard ter resist ye fer long."
"....... M'sorry again lass. Really, I am."
----------------------------------------------------------
It had been a while, since she had needed its effects.Â
The gentle kiss of oblivion, of forgetting, of being... empty.
It would, she knew, banish the voices that plagued her.
For weeks, months, she had almost thought herself a different person. A changed woman from the Heretic that had stood in court, spitting on her accusers. A woman who helped instead of hurt... who brought change without suffering.Â
Yet she couldn't do that.
The Elezen pushes the plunger down slowly, eyes lidding as she slumps down against the book case.Â
She couldn't change anything...
The syringe clatters onto the wood floor with the sound of breaking glass, and Evangeline bends down to pull off the strap on her arm, her teeth latching on to it in a practiced motion.
All she could do was harm...
Her head touches the wood floor and she loses herself to dreams.
