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Post by Sarra Haystone on Jul 28, 2021 0:05:48 GMT -5
What was ever left of the lustful mood quickly evaporated as Sarra looked up at Sev. Feeling her cheeks instantly take on a flush as she hadn’t been quite prepared for that question. She opened her mouth to try and quickly say something, but found herself closing it. Instead letting a drawn out sigh out as she turned, keeping one hand in his and led him to the bed where she promptly sat down on the edge. She let go of his hand then, folding her arms around herself as she sat there, a contemplative look on her face.
She tentatively glanced over at him, feeling her heart begin to pound rapidly, as she took a deep breath. It was going to take a helluva lot to get it out of her. It was a period in time she honestly wanted to forget, and to repeat any of was already causing her eyes to sting with tears. She couldn’t just tell Sev. There was so much he wouldn’t understand, and it would take a great amount of strength for her to even tell him. But she had to give him something.
She reached up, tucking her hair on the right side of her face behind her ear, and then her fingers gently brushed that scar on her cheek. Remembering how she’d gotten far to vividly as her distant screams filled her ears and she found herself closing her eyes as she let out a shaky breath. “This...isn’t the only one.” She said slowly. Almost shamefully as she let her hand drop. She stared at him for a moment, hoping it would register, before she turned her face away, she wrapped her arms back around herself. “It’s the only one visible currently.” She said quietly. Sarra often liked to wear her hair long and down around her shoulders for the fact it helped hide the scars that were a bit too high for her liking on her back, and would slightly peak out when she wore her shoulderless blouses. She normally wouldn’t have minded if they were visible, she certainly minded with Sevrin right there.
Her head bowed, and she reached up to rub the back of her neck. She could feel goosebumps rising up on her skin, and suddenly felt very antsy. Like her skin was crawling. “I don’t want you to see them. Not yet.” She explained. She glanced up at him again and bit her bottom lip. “And I’m not ready to tell you how I got them.” That was the big thing. The biggest question. What had she been doing to get those scars in the first place.
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Post by Sevrin Demarais on Aug 17, 2021 17:36:16 GMT -5
Sarra was still holding onto one of his hands as she walked towards the bed, but despite the mood of just seconds ago, he knew she was just delaying her answer. So, he quietly sat on the edge of the bed beside her, watching her intently. He might of been a fool in some regard, but he noted her posture, the way her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and even he knew that whatever this was, it hadn't been easy to deal with.
Sevrin barely realized that he was holding his breath.
He silently watched her reveal that scar he had seen for a split second earlier, only to speak as if she was ashamed, as if the mark might somehow make him change his mind about everything. He wondered if she still clung to that girlish vanity most noblewomen carried.
'This...isn't the only one.'
Something had happened. Sarra didn't have to say anything more for him to gather that much, and there was this chill that suddenly ran down his spine. Something bad had happened, and she wasn't able to explain. He would give her that much, but to be ashamed to show them, to let him, out of all people, see them?
Sev's gaze hadn't wavered, watching her draw back into herself again. He reached out, further brushing her hair away from the side of her face so that he could get a better look at that scar, causing his jaw to clench. It wasn't because it was ugly, it wasn't because it made her any less desirable, but it made his blood boil in anger because apparently there were more that marred her body. Someone had dared to hurt her.
That hand dropped, reaching for one of her own to draw it towards him. Untucking his shirt, he guided her hand underneath it to feel the skin of his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, the motions weren't carnal in any way, especially because Sarra would immediately be able to feel the raised scars beneath her fingertips. Some were small and so thin, some larger and clearly from a blow that should have killed him. He was covered in them, all over his body, and perhaps this was his way of silently telling her that it was okay.
"What doesn't kill us, Sarra...just makes us stronger. Do not feel shame, because you could have one or a million scars, and I would still look at you the same way."
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Post by Sarra Haystone on Aug 17, 2021 23:59:27 GMT -5
Something had happened. Something so terrible, Sarra never wished it on another human being. She never wished what happened to her onto another woman to be more specific. To this day, she thanked her lucky stars she was able to escape by some miracle. It hadn’t been an easy feat by any means and the road to her recovery had been long and painful, but she managed. Knowing they’d taken something from her she didn’t know just how much she wanted until they’d taken it away. She still struggled with it even three years later, and she imagined that it would take more time, or never be something she completely accepted, but she was putting one foot in front of the other.
Maybe finding Sevrin was the start of that healing path and she just didn’t know it. She sat there quietly, feeling his calloused fingers reach out to brush her hair back more so he could look at that scar better. Sarra didn’t realize she was holding her breath until he reached for her hand, and her cobalt blues looked down at their hands. Watching as he drew it towards him. She wasn’t expecting him to untuck his shirt, and her gaze turned more curious then anything.
She let him guide her fingers up under the fabric and she felt the warmness of his skin as he guided her hand up to his chest, and her eyes flickered up to his. Confusion for a moment, until she could feel them. Feel the imperfections that marred his skin beneath her fingers, and she took a sharp intake of breath in. Her brows furrowed slightly in disbelief, and her eyes looked down at his chest, as her fingers began to lightly explore. Following the raised lines of the scars, realizing rather quickly he was just as scarred as she was, if not more.
Five years apart had certainly changed them, both physically and mentally, and Sarra was almost afraid to ask what else had changed. But it also showed her she wasn’t alone. She hadn’t been alone in her suffering, and that others had recieved just as much as she had. Her hand settled above his heart, feeling the light pressure of his heartbeat beneath her palm. Her eyes flickered up to his face, just as he said those words.
Her own heart clenched suddenly, and she was attempting to blink those tears away. “Sev…” She whispered, her voice breaking slightly, as he’d moved her more then he realized. Her bottom lip quivered and she looked down, taking her hand out from under his shirt. ”And if they made me less of a woman?” She asked him quietly. Fearful of his reaction, and yet forcing herself to look up at him. “Would you still look at me the same?” She asked. “If...if you knew they took something from me I may never get back? Something I can never give you should you ever want it.” Her voice cracked slightly as that pain showed across her face. She was changed in a way, that if she was still a noblewoman of Tresteria she’d become a social pariah. She’d be given to the wolves to fend for herself, unable to fulfill the biggest duty that was her role as a wife.
The Sarra of five years ago had often dreamed of Sevrin and her being together forever. Having a family of their own...Even if some part of her knew that it was too hopeful given who Sevrin was. Sarra found herself slowly standing. Unable to look at him for a moment, while she took a deep breath. “I..I don’t care what others think of them Sev. I’ve changed, I’m not a noblewoman that’s vain, or even a noblewoman in all honesty.” She slowly turned to face him, that pained expression still on her face. “I only care what you think.” She whispered. A part of that tresterian girl was still in there. Wanting his approval, even if she knew she didn’t need it. She wanted to be someone worthy of him. Someone that could stand at his side should he let her.
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Post by Sevrin Demarais on Aug 18, 2021 13:30:21 GMT -5
Sarra was cracking more, and it bothered him because he didn't know why, and she wasn't willing to tell him. In ways, she was, but she was moving around it, being vague and it was only frustrating him more. There was no anger towards her for it, of course, just at whatever- or whoever- had done this to her. And if he didn't know what happened, he couldn't fix it.
'If...if you knew they took something from me I may never get back? Something I can never give you should you ever want it.'
His brows inched together in confusion, not entirely sure what she meant or was trying to say. What would make her any less of a woman? What had been done to her to make her this way? Something clearly haunted her, and he wasn't sure if he should push for answers...because, in the end, would they not just be parted again?
Sevrin didn't know what Aric needed him for, but if his cousin was calling upon the Brotherhood, it was something dangerous. And if that was the case, he didn't want Sarra anywhere near it. Something told him she'd argue the point, too.
She was standing and moving from his side, so he just sat there quietly on the bed to watch her while she continued to struggle with explaining.
Reaching out, he wrapped his arms around her legs to carefully draw her back to him, hugging her there gently. Sev tilted his head back so that he could look up at her.
'I only care what you think.'
"Then tell me," he softly urged. "Then show me." He already knew his answer without even fully understanding what was going on, but he also needed to know.
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Post by Sarra Haystone on Aug 18, 2021 20:35:08 GMT -5
It felt like her heart had jumped into her throat as Sev wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling her closer and holding her still. It was taking every ounce of her willpower to not just give into that despair and panic and become a blubbering mess in front of him. To tell him everything. She wasn’t ready too. Those memories were still open wounds that made it difficult for her to speak about.
Yet as he looked up at her and she looked down into his bright blues, she felt as if she’d lost a battle. At least a small one. Some part of her did want him to know the lengths she’d taken to try and find him. For him to know just how resourceful she could be. That she wasn’t weak, or soft like her father painted her to be. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before she reached with shaking hands to the hem of her blouse. She didn’t pull it off, but rather one hand-pulled it up a bit, just below her navel while the other loosened the ties to her pants. Once they were loose enough, she gripped the hem, pausing a moment while she swallowed the lump in her throat and then looked down as she pulled it down a few inches on one side. Just below her hips and pelvic bone, there was a scar from a small blade about four-ish inches from the outside of her hip. Just under her shirt there were signs of the other scars, the bottom of what looked like a burn on one side, while there were the thinner marks clearly from blades. All precisely in places that wouldn’t kill, but would still cause a great deal of pain.
Her other side mirrored this one with the same scar. From the amount of scarred tissue, it was clear it wasn’t a cut. She’d been penetrated with the small blade. A custom that was popular in the middle east for brothels, by way of birth control. Sarra’s hands clenched into the fabric of her clothes while she stood there. For a moment she let her head fall back so she could stare at the ceiling and let a shaky breath out, while she continued to blink the tears back. She still didn’t say anything, but at least she’d shown him. That had to be enough right?
The anticipation of his reaction started to build, and she looked down at him to judge his reaction as she started to cover those scars again.
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Post by Sevrin Demarais on Aug 28, 2021 16:02:01 GMT -5
He still didn't know all she had done to try and find him. For all he knew, she just traveled around Tresteria and closely to its borders. Perhaps she should have explained it to him, it would likely have made him understand just a bit more.
Yet, he wasn't going to press her for that- however, Sarra had eluded to things, and that wasn't something he could just let go of. Something hurt her, traumatized her, and he had to understand, even if it was only a couple of details.
When her hands moved, his gaze dropped to follow them, suddenly realizing that a part of him was trying to prepare him for what she was about to show him, although he didn't fully understand it yet. Deep down, he knew it was something bad, something dark and full of sorrow, and he didn't like the sudden dread that washed over them both.
Then there they were- the scars, just a few of many she had been so worried to show him. Scars she couldn't seem to share the story behind. Sevrin was struggling to comprehend why she would be so concerned with sharing these until he noticed a particular pair.
The man had been all over Elysium and beyond in the few years of his banishment already, he knew the customs of other civilizations just as well as ones practiced at home. It might have taken him a few seconds too long to realize it, but it finally hit him like a knife to the chest.
'If...if you knew they took something from me I may never get back? Something I can never give you should you ever want it.'
Suddenly, the mercenary stopped breathing.
His thumb gently traced across one of those particular scars, feeling this overwhelming wave of sadness that was quickly beginning to be replaced by pure anger. His hand almost shook, his mind struggling to process it all, but he still didn't let her go.
Where had she gone that someone would do this to her? Was it because she had been looking for him still? The thought nearly made him ill and he swallowed a harsh lump within his throat.
Sev leaned in, kissing that scar gently before she'd feel his hot breath against her skin when he finally let out a sigh. Then his words, only half mumbled, were spoken in a voice that had grown dangerous. Venomous. "Who did this to you?" he asked, trying to keep it from sounding like a demand. He knew she did not wish to speak of it, but how was he to let this go? "Tell me, Sarra."
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Post by Sarra Haystone on Aug 28, 2021 17:44:24 GMT -5
Sarra’s slow movements at covering those scars stilled as Sev leaned in and she felt his lips against her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling slightly as she fought that need to burst into tears. She shuddered in a breath, placing her hands on either side of Sevrin’s head and leting her fingers filter into his hair, as she felt his breath against her skin.
His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and for a brief moment, she tensed. Suddenly afraid of what Sevrin would do, and a part of her was afraid she’d be on the receiving end of that rage. She expected his question. How could she not after she’d shown just a glimpse of what marred her body. She should have expected all of this, and she was naive to think Sevrin Demarais would just let this go.
Maybe if she told him everything she could finally truly heal… After all, Sevrin was there for right now. She took a shaky breath out, her hands held his head gently against her, and she tried to muster up the courage to delve into those dark memories.
At first she didn’t know their names. Merely knew they’d ambushed that small camp, and had dragged her and the people she’d made friends with, straight down to hell. The cells had been cold. Like dog kennels almost and she heard whispers that they were at the Boltons. Not being from Teronna, she didn’t know all the families, or who had her.
In the week that followed she certainly got to know the darker side of a one, Captain Vance Bolton. He had haunted her dreams for months, and sometimes she still saw the eerily cold blue hue of his one good eye. His maniacal laughter, mixing in with her blood-curdling screams… Sarra’s breathing had quickened into short quick breaths, and she pried her eyes open so she wouldn’t have to see that room. Her hands rested on Sevrin’s shoulders and her fingers dug slightly into the fabric. “Bolton.” She said weakly. “Vance Bolton.” Her voice was quiet and strained as she said the name.
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