01-18-2015, 08:07 PM
Rune was only a few moments behind Seth. She'd done nothing but lay around and heal up since the nightmare with Jaxen and the ninja lady. Everyone, Seth included, drilled her for an explanation for what she'd seen. She couldn't put rhyme or reason to any legend she knew. She'd told them everything that happened that night over and over. All but one small part. That she wouldn't admit to anyone. Not even herself.
The only other thing she'd done this whole time was get her tattoo finished. Sergei did a good job and Rune was proud of the imagery. Tonight, even. She itched to yank off her coat and sweater and walk around in a tank top just so everyone could see the work. The picture was of a beautiful artsy tree springing to life from a field of violets around its trunk. The oroboros lay nestled in the flowers, sleeping peacefully. Everyone always commented on how oddly girly it was for Rune. What with her shaved hair styles and masculine curves. But since coming to Moscow she'd dimmed from her normally sparkly self. She'd stopped wearing crazy makeup and her hair was now her normal dirt brown. This tattoo was the only pretty thing she accepted now and for the most part, the world would never know it was there.
She plopped into a seat next to her uncle without saying anything. Only to cross her arms and slouch low until something happened.
The only other thing she'd done this whole time was get her tattoo finished. Sergei did a good job and Rune was proud of the imagery. Tonight, even. She itched to yank off her coat and sweater and walk around in a tank top just so everyone could see the work. The picture was of a beautiful artsy tree springing to life from a field of violets around its trunk. The oroboros lay nestled in the flowers, sleeping peacefully. Everyone always commented on how oddly girly it was for Rune. What with her shaved hair styles and masculine curves. But since coming to Moscow she'd dimmed from her normally sparkly self. She'd stopped wearing crazy makeup and her hair was now her normal dirt brown. This tattoo was the only pretty thing she accepted now and for the most part, the world would never know it was there.
She plopped into a seat next to her uncle without saying anything. Only to cross her arms and slouch low until something happened.