[There were many forms of madness, and most dealt with it... unfairly towards those afflicted—she had seen it so many times, even here and there with those taken under her care. Tossed to the street, left to die; unwanted due to what would be taken as shame upon a family and simply not wanting to deal with it. Hide it away, brush it out of sight. Conceal and forget.
A cruel hand dealt by whatever Fates there be.]
You would be correct on all counts, Sherlock. [A drop of formality, this being personal in a way that it felt... incorrect to address him as anything less that his preferred.] I hide the constant pain that the blood-fire under my skin brings with it, the constant reminder of what might await me if I allow these marks to reach my heart, and what could become of me. It is so much a part of me that there would be no sense in trying to find some way to be rid of it.
All I can do is use it to my advantage, for my Children. The Dire Balemoon. [The fire of the Hearth, even if it was not as needed as it once was. She would continue to do whatever was in her power to become as strong as needed to see things through. For them.]
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Date: 2026-04-25 07:34 am (UTC)A cruel hand dealt by whatever Fates there be.]
You would be correct on all counts, Sherlock. [A drop of formality, this being personal in a way that it felt... incorrect to address him as anything less that his preferred.] I hide the constant pain that the blood-fire under my skin brings with it, the constant reminder of what might await me if I allow these marks to reach my heart, and what could become of me. It is so much a part of me that there would be no sense in trying to find some way to be rid of it.
All I can do is use it to my advantage, for my Children. The Dire Balemoon. [The fire of the Hearth, even if it was not as needed as it once was. She would continue to do whatever was in her power to become as strong as needed to see things through. For them.]