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Post by lucillecaelest on Mar 23, 2013 17:30:06 GMT
Her face. Oh god her face. Her face. Her beautiful face…what had that monster done to her? Her face…her face…a seemingly endless stream of tears flowed down her cheeks, and into her hands. Her hands that covered her now hideous face, with her knees to her chest and beneath her duvet.
It had been five days since that life ruining accident and Lucille hadn’t left her room at all. Not for lessons not even for food. Her roommates brought her some food…but she didn’t eat much. She couldn’t. And whenever she needed to move around the room, she’d drag her duvet around with her so that she was still hidden. No one could see her like this.
It had been five days and yet, Luce was still distraught. What was the point in life if you weren’t beautiful? She knew she’d be shunned by her clan, her family would disown her and people would look at her with disgust…oh god, her face. She knew there was probably a spell to fix things but she didn’t know it and wasn’t powerful enough and there was no way she could let anyone see her.
The pureblood sorceress couldn’t live looking like this. She’d rather die then be ugly or let anyone see her looking ugly and as the days went by she had been considering the idea more and more. All she had to do was summon a knife. Cut herself again and feel that euphoric sensation that was pain. Cut too deep…
But, she was scared of death. She acted like she wasn’t and although didn’t mind and even enjoyed pain…she feared the unknown. What happened after death.
Luce didn’t know what to do. She wanted to make the person who cursed previously beautiful face to look severely scarred pay but instead, she just continued crying silently by herself, in her dorm.
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Post by connor patrick redferne on Mar 23, 2013 17:35:08 GMT
Connor hadn't seen Luce in awhile, and he had grown accustomed to seeing her gorgeous face... he was depressed about it and decided he wanted to go see her. He thought about texting or calling or something, but it wasn't like he didn't have access into the school. Connor had dropped off the kids to Toby. Not that he liked it all too much. It was time other siblings than him took care of the kids. He was smiling the entire way up to her room in the west tower. He had asked Liam first what room was hers and then wandered up there.
He knocked on the door and waited for her to answer it. He hoped she was in and not out wandering the school somewhere he wouldn't know where to look. He supposed he could just wander and ask around. Someone would have to have seen her. He stayed close by the door, waiting for it to open so he could see her beautiful face.
OUTFIT: Clicky! /// NOTES: --- /// TAGGED: Luce[/font] |
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Post by lucillecaelest on Mar 23, 2013 18:45:48 GMT
A knock sounded on the door and the young sorceress fell into silence. Whoever it was they might as well just leave because she wasn’t seeing anyone anytime soon. Not in her current condition. Though most in the West Tower knew this and news must’ve spread so maybe whoever was at the door was looking for one of her roommates? Because as much as she would like to convince herself otherwise…deep down she knew the world didn’t revolve around her. Luce remained quiet, hoping it’d cause whoever was at the door to leave if they believed no one was currently in the dorm.
However, when Luce shifted ever so slightly on her bed she must’ve caused her duvet to knock the glass on her bedside table over because she heard something smash onto the ground. Great, just great. Fine. She would just have to speak out and tell whoever it was to just fuck off…only, more politely of course, since she was brought up a proper lady that rarely swore…out loud at least “Whoever it is, go away! No one’s in!” She called out. Okay, there was someone in but if they were looking for one of her roommates they’d understand what she meant.
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Post by connor patrick redferne on Mar 23, 2013 19:08:00 GMT
Connor waited patiently for someone to come to the door and answer it, but it didn't happen. In fact, he almost thought no one was in until he heard a crash on the other side of the door. Then he heard someone, Luce, call out to whoever she thought was on the opposing side of the wooden rectangle. His eyebrows moved up slightly and he shook his head in confusion. "Well. Obviously someone is in since you just called out. Luce. It's just me, Connor. Let me in."
[/b] He told her through the door, thinking about just going in but deciding that would be bad. He wanted to see her... he wasn't going to leave till he did. He had to tell her he was teaching at Northvale soon. [/color][/SIZE][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] OUTFIT: Clicky! /// NOTES: --- /// TAGGED: Luce[/center][/font] |
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Post by lucillecaelest on Mar 23, 2013 20:55:05 GMT
Connor? Oh god. She froze. He couldn’t see her like this. Her face was marred with gruesome scarring that ruined her face almost to beyond recognition...if he was to see her like this…he would walk away, wouldn’t he? The idea of losing Connor…she liked him too much to lose him. She had many people she considered friends prior to moving to Northvale but those were all people who’d stab her in the back in a heartbeat if they thought it would benefit them. She could never really be free around them but when she met Connor it was different. She had met many high-born purebloods before but these Redfernes here in Northvale were different…Connor was different. His friendship at first was only for her own benefit, so her name could be floating around in association with the Redfernes but then she got to know him a bit more, spent more time with him…doing normal things that normal people did; watching movies, ordering pizza, playing games, listening to music and just talking about everything and nothing. Luce had grew fond of him to the point where she now valued his friendship way too much to see him gone from her life and if he were to see her like this…who wouldn’t walk away?
Her face was still wet from the tears, so she wiped it away with her duvet and tried to steady her voice enough to speak again. She forced a hollow laugh (which was muffled by her duvet covering her) at his words about someone obviously being in because it was something she might’ve found genuinely amusing if it wasn’t for her current situation. She removed the duvet enough for her to speak clearly “I would love, but I think it’s best if you just leave. I’m…sick. I wouldn’t want you to catch whatever disease I have…I’ll call you later?” She spoke, some small part of her hating to lie to him for some reason, she spared a glance down to the shattered glass on the floor for a moment, thinking that once Connor was gone she’d have to clear it up or just wait for one of her roommates to come back and do it…but for now, she buried her head back beneath the cover of her duvet.
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Post by connor patrick redferne on Mar 23, 2013 21:02:06 GMT
Luce was sick? She didn't sound very sick to Connor, plus there were things he could do to make himself not sick or something. He could help Luce too. She shouldn't be on her own when she's sick. Connor's voice was now riddled with concern when he called back to her. "Now you're definitely letting me in because there is no way I'm going to let you just be sick. I'll take care of you. Let me in or I'll just magic my way in the room."
[/b] Connor wasn't just going to leave and she should know that already. He was a good friend. He didn't just leave someone when they were sick. He could go get her soup or something. Maybe some orange juice. Something that would help her get better. [/color][/SIZE][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] OUTFIT: Clicky! /// NOTES: --- /// TAGGED: Luce[/center][/font] |
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Post by lucillecaelest on Mar 23, 2013 21:21:03 GMT
He wasn't gonig to leave? Panic began to swell inside of her and yet, she couldn’t help but feel warmed by the concern in his voice and the idea of Connor wanting to take care of her…why was he so nice? It was frustrating. She wanted to let him in, let him take care of her but she just couldn’t let him see her like this “You can’t come in.” she began to feel tears building up in her eyes again which made her feel pathetic. “I don’t want you to.” She added.
“Just leave…please? I don’t want to see you. Not like this.” not when she was at her worst. She only wanted him to see her favorite parts of her. Never her worst. Never looking as hideous as she did now.
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Post by connor patrick redferne on Mar 23, 2013 21:26:37 GMT
Connor let out a big sigh and pulled his wand from his back pocket before tapping the door knob and letting himself in. It didn't take Connor long before he saw her underneath her blanket. He forced back another sigh before sitting down on her bed and putting an arm on her through the blanket. "Come on. You can't be that sick. I've missed you. It's been a while."
[/b] Connor didn't know what had changed within the week or so they had seen each other, but he thought they were becoming very close friends. [/color][/SIZE][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] OUTFIT: Clicky! /// NOTES: --- /// TAGGED: Luce[/center][/font] |
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Post by lucillecaelest on Mar 24, 2013 17:09:46 GMT
She tensed when she heard the door open and footsteps near her and when Luce felt him sit on her bed the panic inside her increased, building up inside of her until she felt like she couldn’t breathe. As he put an arm underneath her blanket and over her, even though a part of her wanted to lean into the touch, into an embrace even, she ended up moving away from his touch and used her hand to keep his arm away from her.
After he spoke, she wanted to say how she had been missing him too but the words stuck in her mouth and instead, other words came from her. “I thought I told you to leave.” Her voice seemed harsh, yet sounded shakier than it did previously. Her hand that was keeping him at bay began to tremble and…why couldn’t she fucking breathe? Was she having a panic attack? Oh God. Why did Connor have to come to her now, of all the times…he came to her now and he wasn’t taking no for an answer “You’re awfully persistent” It was an idea that almost brought a smile to her lips but instead mutated into a hysteric feeling of just wanting to cry again.
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Post by connor patrick redferne on Mar 24, 2013 17:17:15 GMT
Connor was trying not to be hurt by her sending him away... but he couldn't help it. He was hurting from her words. He thought they had become good friends and instead she was pushing him away. Literally. He took another deep sigh. He wasn't going to leave. He was a Redferne. "I'm not leaving. And your blanket it leaving you now."
[/b] Connor said before he yanked the blanket from her. He had to physically stop himself from not screaming. At first he didn't think it was her even. Her face was so different. He knew it was her, however. It'd be hard not to know it was her. "Holy shit, Luce. What the hell happened?"[/b] [/color][/SIZE][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] OUTFIT: Clicky! /// NOTES: --- /// TAGGED: Luce[/center][/font] |
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