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Katell was deep in her own thoughts, pacing back and forth as she worried over her friends and what was happening on the island. By the Realms, she hoped they were alright. This anxiety was maddening. The tears she’d wept had dried now on her cheeks. Occasionally one would slip down again when her mind crept to close to terrifying thoughts but she tried to keep herself reigned in.

Someone knocked into her shoulder as she completed another round in her circle and demanded she find somewhere else to pace before she drove them crazy. She offered them a steely look of fury before doing as they told. As she walked through the clinic to find a new spot to pace, a hand reached out to take hers.

Katell looked over the stranger. This girl looked shaken as well, and beat up. Dried blood covered her hands and decorated the tank top she wore. She looked as lost as Katell felt. 

“Yes, I’ll... I’ll get you some,” she offered and marched off to do just that. When she returned she passed the bottle of water to this stranger and gracefully took a seat beside her. Not too close but close enough. “Might I get you a towel? To... to clean your hands with?” She made the offer gently. 

Tilly opened her mouth to stop her, that she could have just gotten it herself - she wasn't quite sure how much she felt like talking to people. But she wasn't going to turn down someone's gesture of good will. She accepted it graciously when the girl came back and even scooted over a bit, to make room for her in case she wanted to sit. "No thanks," she told her, opening the water and taking a long sip of it, letting it sit between her thighs when she was finished. "No, I'll keep it on there for a little while, actually," she said, an air of spite and irritation. "A nice way to remember my night." Tilly rolled her eyes at that. But the truth was she just couldn't bring herself to stand. She just wanted to sit here, curl up on the hospital bed and pass out until this was all over. She was trying really hard not to think about her charred clothes buried under the dorm building. "Blood's dried up right now anyway, so I don't think a towel's going to do much anyway."

One thing he was grateful for, in a fucked up way, was that he really couldn’t see or hear anything.  Once he tried to shake the blindfold off, pressing his face into his shoulder and hoping for the best, but a guard caught him doing it and forced it back on his face - not without a sucker punch to the gut.  But maybe it was a blessing that he couldn’t see it all, that he was tuned out from everything.  The suspense and surprise of it all was killing him, knowing any second could be pain, causing him to be stiff and braced, at the ready for anything.   @brightwood-duchess​

Let's talk about my traumatic childhood then kiss ;)

and then she dozed off immediately

I drew Kat

She was so fun to draw! Sorry the hair looks goofy

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Just finished carving my pumpkin!

l'échappée (katell quillévéré, 2009)

Katell le Dain @ GFF by Gianfranco Ferré Fall/Winter, 2002 Ready-to-Wear

Natalie Merchant - Carnival

Graceless | Katell&Open

Katell was actually enjoying the Garden party. She didn’t mind serving drinks and food among the floral decor which felt so much like the Fae realm and she was simply happy to be there surrounded by blooms. She adored flowers.

The costumes they were forced into could be easily ignored. They weren’t even that revealing compared to other events the slaves attended. Graceful as ever, Katell moved about the table, ready to serve her section as needed.

It was another slave who tripped over their feet near her and spilled their tray of drinks. Katell dropped to her knees to help the slave pick up the glasses, offering a kind smile. She didn’t register any danger as the slave suddenly scurried off, assuming they were after a cloth or something to aid with this mess. She reached for a teacup which had rolled further away when she noticed a pair of feet just behind them. Was this the reason the slave had scurried off and left the blame on Katell?

Katell lifted her eyes to see who stood before her and whether she was in any trouble or not.

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So this was one of those events he’d been told about here.  It’s not like Dylan didn’t believe what he was told - he had a collar around his neck and his powers were completely gone, so clearly something was up - but he didn’t know what the severity would be until he experienced it first hand.  Having to parade around, waiting on people in a weird costume wasn’t... great, exactly, and so far no past unpleasant memories had threatened to filter their way into the forefront of his mind.  That was always a win in his eyes.  

But eventually that dissipated and the costume was getting tighter.  Maybe it was how some of the masters looked at him - the mistresses didn’t bother her, but there was a look in some eyes he was familiar with.  The desire to hurt someone else wasn’t something so easily forgotten.  A tray was shakily put down at a bar and he backed away, balling his hands into fists while he scanned the area to try and see what a good place was to go to be alone.  Then he backed into someone else, and the tray barely had any time to clatter on the ground when he whirled around, hissing, “Watch it!”  He came to his senses, when he saw the girl on the ground, the fight disappearing from his eyes.  “Sorry - I’m so sorry, here--”  Dylan bent down and gathered the tray, placing the broken glass that he could find onto it, not caring if any sliced into his skin.

I just assume all Americans are either from Florida or New York... You gave off more Florida vibes I thought

Too cringe for new York

crazy enough for flordia

smugass who took her nap spot and now refuses to move

+ not so smugass anymore

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