Bathing was something that rarely lasted a long time for the deformed and manged woman who's gaunt body leaned back into a bathtub, the water that touched her pale and charred skin steamed as though she was too cold to touch. The water licking her wounds like pitiful and weak healing-kisses. The blind eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling as her long body stayed stretched out, and her hair dripped with steaming water. It was a quiet and sanctuary place where she could properly think and hold heer emotions. Iori and Kasa having their rendezvous downstairs as she stood out of the tub and drained the water.
Her body was bony and jagged, and even the unharmed side was awkwardly lanky. Grabbing the handkerchief from the counter, she coughed a few more violent heaves into it, leaning over the counter as her body shook and shivered at the impact, and the spots of blood wept onto the white lace cloth.
Leaving her bandages and clothes to lay onto the floor, she slipped on her under garments, and moved into the master bedroom, something she would never dare to do. Standing in front of a wall, which was made totally of a mirror, she ran her hands down her bod. Ugly. Ugly. Ugly. The bumps, burns, sickness--she looked sick.
Her body was bony and jagged, and even the unharmed side was awkwardly lanky. Grabbing the handkerchief from the counter, she coughed a few more violent heaves into it, leaning over the counter as her body shook and shivered at the impact, and the spots of blood wept onto the white lace cloth.
Leaving her bandages and clothes to lay onto the floor, she slipped on her under garments, and moved into the master bedroom, something she would never dare to do. Standing in front of a wall, which was made totally of a mirror, she ran her hands down her bod. Ugly. Ugly. Ugly. The bumps, burns, sickness--she looked sick.