Esme
The Hatbox Empress/Retired Admin
Unwrapping the bandages from her head slowly, Alec stared at her face. The stitched shut eye that indented weirdly where it should have curved out just so. The four large scaring cuts running across her face, from beyond the start of her hair line, to down just a little past her chin. Sickening.
And yet, exactly perfect. She wanted distance, she realized. That's why she came here. No one knew about it, except for Aenor, and if he knew what was good, he'd keep it too himself. And these scars, her non eye, it would keep people away pretty well, wouldn't it?
Sighing, a hand went over the bandages as they cleaned themselves before she wrapped it back over her face. No she didn't, who was she kidding? She couldn't last on her own, so why was she going to try?
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Leslie rubbed the back of her head before looking up at Marco. Frowning, she went red as she realized her dress and gotten tangled,m shoving it back into place and holding it, she rolled to her side while her other hand struck out connecting to Marco's face.
And yet, exactly perfect. She wanted distance, she realized. That's why she came here. No one knew about it, except for Aenor, and if he knew what was good, he'd keep it too himself. And these scars, her non eye, it would keep people away pretty well, wouldn't it?
Sighing, a hand went over the bandages as they cleaned themselves before she wrapped it back over her face. No she didn't, who was she kidding? She couldn't last on her own, so why was she going to try?
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Leslie rubbed the back of her head before looking up at Marco. Frowning, she went red as she realized her dress and gotten tangled,m shoving it back into place and holding it, she rolled to her side while her other hand struck out connecting to Marco's face.