In a Daze {flash}[OPEN]

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The dead where supposed to stay dead. Wasn't that part of what Gunnar's beliefs where? Death was neutral, and an inevitable finality. So why had she thought to come back to life? Why did she think the grandson of Lord Pluto and Lord Mors would be happy with what she did. On the contrary, he pretended she didn't exist at all. Wasn't she supposed to be stronger now? There was such purpose in her life, she had determination to bring specialized health care to the legion. Where was that energy now? That inner fire that kept her going through her task for Lady Proserpia? Why had it all fallen through her fingers? She was fragile. It was so obvious now. As much as she hated to admit it, Tessa knew she was far more weak and fragile than she could have ever known.

It was mid morning when she left home, walking to nowhere in particular. The mask was crumbling, she had to leave town. Walking farther and farther. Out into the woods, through a clearing. More and more as the sun climbed high in the sky. Eyes unfocused, without a single reaction to the cuts and scratches accumulating on her face and arms. It had been warm at the beginning of the day, but was starting to cool. She continued to walk until she tripped, slow and dulled as her reaction was the legacy barely landed on her arms. Much unlike how she would have fallen, the ways taught others to fall, from Roman training.

To the west the sun had already begun to set, bathing the sky in reds and yellows. For a time she didn't move, sprawled like road kill on the forest floor. Eventually she pushed herself up, her arms trembled as she pulled her legs under her. She hadn't eaten all day. She didn't care. Her body stung, her clothes where torn slightly from walking through the forest. From falling to the ground. “I should have stayed dead.” she whispered softly to herself, wrapping her cold arms around her body shivering and crying.

ooc : : no relatives please

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    Aurora had business to attend to outside of the confines of New Rome. She was tasked with overseeing the surveying of a new land plot, before construction could begin on the expansion that her mother’s enterprise had started. It was a day's work, with Aurora had spent most of her day etching out notes and finalizing decisions. Thankfully, she wasn’t blistering in the heat, especially in some place that was so unforgiving towards a spoiled rich girl such as herself. A light coat was enough to shield her from the weather, and it wasn’t all that much. Aurora had dealt with far worse in Sweden, especially seeing as she had come from the Northernmost coastal county, out in the middle of nowhere. She wasn’t unfamiliar to dense wilderness, though she was more used to the tundra variety, rather than dense forestry. It was work that was necessary, and Aurora’s mother was across the globe in Sweden, Aurora being the closest point of contact.

    The surveyors had left over an hour ago, and Aurora was merely filing in the last of the paperwork to pack up. Her work here was nearly done, when she heard something come from behind her, a rustling and crash in the dense wilderness by her. To Aurora, safety of herself preceded rationality, and the Daughter of Mars was more alerted towards the jeopardizing of her safety rather than the rationality of an attack from a wild animal. Taking a steady pace cautiously towards the forest, Aurora’s calculating gaze fell upon a woman crashed in the dirt, instead of a ferocious beast on the prowl. She seemed battered, something that caused Aurora to raise an eyebrow.

    Aurora certainly wasn’t one to offer emotional support, but it would seem that was what she was going to do in this particular moment. It was rather ironic, as she didn’t have all that much to offer from herself, and she had little idea of who this girl even was. Aurora crouched down by her, noticing the way her body shivered and trembled, and Aurora took off her coat, offering it out to the girl in front of her. “Take this”, Aurora said, rather bluntly for such a situation, though she did her best to not come off uncaring. Gentleness and a soft tone of voice were difficult for Aurora, but she could tell that this girl wasn’t in much of a well state.

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How long she remained on that dirt and grass floor of the forest, she didn't know. Didn't care. It was enough time to grow dark. Long enough for the darkness to grow around her, and as nocturnal animals woke from their slumber. Darker still it grew, as the sliver of light from the moon became obscured in a low mist. Refracting the light in odd ways that danced unpleasantly with the darkness of night. Animals of all sorts and sizes hunted in the night, some deadly to humans, and more that would find it pleasant to come across a granddaughter of Apollo and Venus. Unarmed. Unfocused. It took her hours before she pushed herself up, hours before something ran past her with a sudden rustle of leaves and the snap of twigs. Something that had been followed.

The former Centurion of Second Cohort, and Head of the Infirmary was quite the sight. Slender for a Roman, and without a single callous on her fingers. Something most found necessary for fighting. “I...” her voice was small, and chimed with an unusually charming pitch. It didn't echo, but felt as though it where meant only for the other to hear. Some might recognize the lace of charmspeak in it, a feather light touch that only improved ones attitude towards her. Beautiful, but frail at the same time. It was cracked, though if someone found her normally the smooth honey tone could become something addictive, like a favorite song. Of course those of exceptional stubbornness, and willpower may be unaffected. “I'm okay.” no matter how you looked at her, she was not okay. However she was a Roman, she was born to be just as stubborn as they were.

Glistening green eyes could not move to look at the face of the person who offered her the aid she so desperately needed, but refused to take. The coat looked warm, but Tessa brushed it away. “Sorry.” her voice trembled, and she swallowed hard. Trying to swallow the welt in her throat, to swallow the feelings, the tears. She came out here to cry. Now, here was another human. A human that could see her as weak, or a monster that could see the same. One she could not bare, the other the hoped would mount her head on a wall somewhere.

OOC: sorry, that was very not flash-ish