I WILL TRAVEL THE DISTANCE IN YOUR EYES // recovering

[ATBASH CIPHER.]

ATBASH CIPHER

everything's just come together at last !

After she had been brought to Moth and had healed enough, Atbash had requested to stay home instead of the Reaper's home. Fortunately, Moth allowed her to do so, though given that Atbash had made her home in town, maybe it was just a tad bit easier for Moth to travel if something came up. Her home was just a lot more soothing and she was grateful that Moth allowed her to rest at home, rather than in the place where all the medicine was and the scents made her feel light-headed.

Atbash had settled into her home, though she made a separate little moss bed for her while her injury was still healing. The wound would definitely scar up, no doubt about that, and it made it hard for her to talk at the moment. Fortunately, she could speak telepathically, but she didn't particularly like doing that. Reaching out and talking to people through their mind didn't require a lot of probing, but she still didn't like how she was almost forced to do it. At least, until she healed enough to be able to talk properly. Will I even be able to talk again? Gods, she hoped so. It would be pathetic if she couldn't.

But ironically, the worst of it all was the scar that Caesar had clawed into her forehead. Eyes were extremely important to dream demons, as funny as it was, considering their specialty being the mind. The fact that Atbash only had one eye taken out was an insult to her as a person, but Caesar only added more insult to that disfigurement by giving her a brand that was seemingly only to mock her for the loss.

Atbash's ears pricked as she heard her door open, her eye widening for a moment before she raised a forearm to her head, hiding the scar underneath a paw.

female | shaderunner [shp] of tanglewood

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”Sorry if I’m interrupting your healing time, just came to make sure you’re still alive.” Morbid, but Arrow made sure to keep her voice light in tone to convey that she was only joking...for the most part. The last half had some truth in it still. It was a little difficult to simply shake off the event that had transpired, having held Atbash’s throat closed until more qualified help arrived to assist, Arrow had sat at home for a decent time after that just staring at the dried black blood on her paw. The injury was almost a breaking point, a lot of demons were making their presence known ( haha, puns! ), and she wondered if she was even good enough to keep her position if everyone continued to get injured, badly, under her watch. She’d been far too late each time. How long until someone else got hurt severely, fatally, and didn’t recover? Didn’t come back?

Arrow shook her head, as if trying to chase those awful thoughts away, leaning up against the door frame after pushing open Atbash’s door. ”You don’t gotta talk or nothin’, just blink twice if you’re not dying.”

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