bleeding prophecies.— [sycamore/eyvindr]
Feb 2, 2022 3:22:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2022 3:22:33 GMT -5
S Y C A M O R E F O R R E S T E R
I was nervous, even if I tried not to show it.
I was pouring the two of us tea, I didn't know if Eyvindr wanted any but it felt rude not to offer. Today was a bad day. Not because anything went wrong, it was a bad day for my vision. I had good days and bad days. Today even looking at too much light hurt my eyes. So as I poured the tea, I did it with my eyes closed. It was easy enough to do. I just washed my hands then stuck my index finger in the glass. When my finger got burnt it was at the top. I didn't mind the pain, I've felt worse.
Despite popular belief, I wasn't weak. If I was weak I wouldn't be here. I've killed and fought, just like the rest of us. Vierra didn't want to hear that though. As far as she was concerned I was nothing more than a sacrifice. I don't think Eyvindr minded me as much. After all, he agreed to do this. To look into my past for me. All I told him was I wanted to know about my past. But there's more. I wanted to know who my parents were. Why they didn't raise me. I still love the rest of my family, but most all the other Forrester's know who their parents are and get to be raised by them. Why wasn't I?
I asked to do the reading at my place. I felt safer here, especially after he warned me we'd need to use my own blood. After being called a sacrifice in lieu of my name by Vierra for 17 years I've learned to be cautious. It helped my nerves a bit because if he does try anything I have the layout of this room memorised and can fight easier. Plus, little did he know, I had a knife in my back pocket.
"Tea? And if I may ask, can I spill my own blood or do you have to be the one to cut me?"
I'd prefer to do it myself for obvious reasons, but my curiosity was a bit too strong. Regardless of who had to do it, I was going to go through with it at this point. I knew it didn't matter who my parents were, I still loved my family the same. But I wanted to be able to question them. Figure out why I never knew they were my real parents. Did they think having a kid like me would be too much? I doubt they knew I had vision problems when I was that young. Maybe my hair and my eyes gave it away though. Or maybe they were planning for a communal style of raising their child regardless.
I didn't have any idea who my parents were. No one looked a lot like me, pigmentation aside. I could see little comparisons here and there, but nothing concrete. I hoped Eyvinder could shed some sort of light. And then what? What would I do next? Confront them? Ask them why they never told me? Shout and scream? Cry? Or would I just pretend I never found out and go back to being alone? I don't know which scenario was worse.
I was pouring the two of us tea, I didn't know if Eyvindr wanted any but it felt rude not to offer. Today was a bad day. Not because anything went wrong, it was a bad day for my vision. I had good days and bad days. Today even looking at too much light hurt my eyes. So as I poured the tea, I did it with my eyes closed. It was easy enough to do. I just washed my hands then stuck my index finger in the glass. When my finger got burnt it was at the top. I didn't mind the pain, I've felt worse.
Despite popular belief, I wasn't weak. If I was weak I wouldn't be here. I've killed and fought, just like the rest of us. Vierra didn't want to hear that though. As far as she was concerned I was nothing more than a sacrifice. I don't think Eyvindr minded me as much. After all, he agreed to do this. To look into my past for me. All I told him was I wanted to know about my past. But there's more. I wanted to know who my parents were. Why they didn't raise me. I still love the rest of my family, but most all the other Forrester's know who their parents are and get to be raised by them. Why wasn't I?
I asked to do the reading at my place. I felt safer here, especially after he warned me we'd need to use my own blood. After being called a sacrifice in lieu of my name by Vierra for 17 years I've learned to be cautious. It helped my nerves a bit because if he does try anything I have the layout of this room memorised and can fight easier. Plus, little did he know, I had a knife in my back pocket.
"Tea? And if I may ask, can I spill my own blood or do you have to be the one to cut me?"
I'd prefer to do it myself for obvious reasons, but my curiosity was a bit too strong. Regardless of who had to do it, I was going to go through with it at this point. I knew it didn't matter who my parents were, I still loved my family the same. But I wanted to be able to question them. Figure out why I never knew they were my real parents. Did they think having a kid like me would be too much? I doubt they knew I had vision problems when I was that young. Maybe my hair and my eyes gave it away though. Or maybe they were planning for a communal style of raising their child regardless.
I didn't have any idea who my parents were. No one looked a lot like me, pigmentation aside. I could see little comparisons here and there, but nothing concrete. I hoped Eyvinder could shed some sort of light. And then what? What would I do next? Confront them? Ask them why they never told me? Shout and scream? Cry? Or would I just pretend I never found out and go back to being alone? I don't know which scenario was worse.
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