The days when she’s with her 老友记 are the hardest. Because there’s something wrong, and she knows it, but a force is keeping her from telling them. So she’s quiet, silently choking on the words she’ll never say. “Don’t trust me. Don’t come near me. I’m sick. I’m not who 你 think I am.”
But she can’t say it, and they can’t hear it.
And that’s when she knows she’s really, truly, alone.
So when they ask her if she’s alright, she nods, and they know it’s a lie, but they don’t say so. “Leave her to her thoughts,” Aisling might say. “She keeps her secrets for a reason,” Delta would explain. But not even they can see that behind her glasses is an unknown pain, a threat to her life, one she can’t explain to even herself.
At the end of the day, she’ll even push Eric from her, hoping he gets the message, that she needs time to think. Sometimes he understands. Sometimes he’s afraid for her, afraid she’ll relapse, she’ll fall a victim to self harm. But he trusts her. So he lets her go.
In her room, she collapses, and whatever 拱顶, 保险库, 跳马 her emotions have been stored in unlocks. Tears start to spill and she lets out silent screams of anguish and torture, the hate in her released in a ball of furious instability. Eventually she’ll fall over, sobs wracking her body, scorch marks on her hands and everywhere in the room. A questioning voice echoes in her mind, and, eventually, the room itself.
Glistening 金牌 turns to sapphire blue, and Phoenix kneels over Fin in a motherly way. The younger, 由 many years, is nothing but a wreck now, yet the spirit does not mind. “Kyra,” she murmurs, as caring as possible. “What plagues you?”
And Kyra shakes her head, full of regret, and sighs out, tears trekking down her face. “I don’t know,” she responds, equally as quiet and calm, but void of emotion. “I really don’t know.”
The spirit does not, can not touch her. So Phoenix gives up, sits on the mattress, and waits for the fit to end.
This happens too often now for someone not to see. But Kyra is a child of the Bat. It’s easy for her to hide things from others. It’s even easier to hide it from her sisters and brothers. There’s something terrible living in her, something not even she knows, and no one may ever know. She has a theory. She hates the theory. Logic will not apply again if she acknowledges it. So she ignores the evil hisses and whispers in her head that do not come from Phoenix. Having two voices was fine. Three...
It’s making her insane.
And she starting to like it.
She doesn’t know why she can suddenly translate binary like it’s a native language. The 写作 on her 墙 is completely foreign to her, and how it got there, and why it’s blood red. There are blank spaces in her memories. But this is a part of her now, she understands.
And as the night falls over the mountain, a place of 爱情 and trust and calm, Kyra fells none of these things. All she feels is a sense of horrible guilt, of restless envy and sickening bloodlust. She cannot close her eyes without seeing all of them dead, and her hands soaked in blood, but she learns to separate herself and become indifferent about it.
The last thing she hears each night before unconsciousness is a harsh, icy whisper, calculating and cruel.
You will return.
And eventually...
She does.
But she can’t say it, and they can’t hear it.
And that’s when she knows she’s really, truly, alone.
So when they ask her if she’s alright, she nods, and they know it’s a lie, but they don’t say so. “Leave her to her thoughts,” Aisling might say. “She keeps her secrets for a reason,” Delta would explain. But not even they can see that behind her glasses is an unknown pain, a threat to her life, one she can’t explain to even herself.
At the end of the day, she’ll even push Eric from her, hoping he gets the message, that she needs time to think. Sometimes he understands. Sometimes he’s afraid for her, afraid she’ll relapse, she’ll fall a victim to self harm. But he trusts her. So he lets her go.
In her room, she collapses, and whatever 拱顶, 保险库, 跳马 her emotions have been stored in unlocks. Tears start to spill and she lets out silent screams of anguish and torture, the hate in her released in a ball of furious instability. Eventually she’ll fall over, sobs wracking her body, scorch marks on her hands and everywhere in the room. A questioning voice echoes in her mind, and, eventually, the room itself.
Glistening 金牌 turns to sapphire blue, and Phoenix kneels over Fin in a motherly way. The younger, 由 many years, is nothing but a wreck now, yet the spirit does not mind. “Kyra,” she murmurs, as caring as possible. “What plagues you?”
And Kyra shakes her head, full of regret, and sighs out, tears trekking down her face. “I don’t know,” she responds, equally as quiet and calm, but void of emotion. “I really don’t know.”
The spirit does not, can not touch her. So Phoenix gives up, sits on the mattress, and waits for the fit to end.
This happens too often now for someone not to see. But Kyra is a child of the Bat. It’s easy for her to hide things from others. It’s even easier to hide it from her sisters and brothers. There’s something terrible living in her, something not even she knows, and no one may ever know. She has a theory. She hates the theory. Logic will not apply again if she acknowledges it. So she ignores the evil hisses and whispers in her head that do not come from Phoenix. Having two voices was fine. Three...
It’s making her insane.
And she starting to like it.
She doesn’t know why she can suddenly translate binary like it’s a native language. The 写作 on her 墙 is completely foreign to her, and how it got there, and why it’s blood red. There are blank spaces in her memories. But this is a part of her now, she understands.
And as the night falls over the mountain, a place of 爱情 and trust and calm, Kyra fells none of these things. All she feels is a sense of horrible guilt, of restless envy and sickening bloodlust. She cannot close her eyes without seeing all of them dead, and her hands soaked in blood, but she learns to separate herself and become indifferent about it.
The last thing she hears each night before unconsciousness is a harsh, icy whisper, calculating and cruel.
You will return.
And eventually...
She does.
Outsiders
Guardians (Dylan's four)
Resistance
Notte (Dylan)
Teague
Aria (Devin)
Shade
Midnight
Speed (Erin)
Sylver
Serepta
So those are the main ones I use 更多 than the others. And then here's who is added to that 列表 due to 最近的 bio creations. And I'll post pics of these guys. 你 may remember them.
Yuki
Jon
Irra
Mizore
ArchAngel
Puck
Jackson
Aroan
Reyna
So any other Ocs 你 remember 或者 have read a bio on, message me. I may have forgotten them 或者 why they are important. So yeah. That's th list. Thanks for 阅读 the update.
Due to 最近的 exercerions, and incidents, I will be leaving FanPop. Forever. Mainly because I'm gonna bring my schoolwork up. Good bye and have a nice life.
~Fly On,
Whitney!
KEEP READING.
KEEP GOINGGGGG
LALALALALALAL!
..NAH! I'm just kidding, I cant survive seven hours. Much less a life time. Anyway, just giving 你 an update and all that...crap :P Anyway, so Dariyn is dead..he was part of Jaimes team.. Along with, Sift, Hinata and...someone else? And, I'll have a 论坛 come around sometime...maybe. *shrugs*
DON'T go in a fit of rage, (Raven.) because i'm not actually leave..what? Can't a girl have fun? I'll be on as always :P
WHEEEEEEEE! Bye!
~Fly On,
Whitney!
KEEP READING.
KEEP GOINGGGGG
LALALALALALAL!
..NAH! I'm just kidding, I cant survive seven hours. Much less a life time. Anyway, just giving 你 an update and all that...crap :P Anyway, so Dariyn is dead..he was part of Jaimes team.. Along with, Sift, Hinata and...someone else? And, I'll have a 论坛 come around sometime...maybe. *shrugs*
DON'T go in a fit of rage, (Raven.) because i'm not actually leave..what? Can't a girl have fun? I'll be on as always :P
WHEEEEEEEE! Bye!