#INTERACTIONS | shxdim.

[kolenshieta]

“another pine-box tomb to fill the cemetery dead.”

★ | ACCEPTING

STARING down the grave in front of her, sora tried to illicit some kind of emotion. the only thing she could conjure up was a vicious sense of pride. looking at her father’s name on a tombstone did nothing but entertain her. if nothing else, for all the red she had on her ledger, she’d had a hand in ridding the world of a horrible man. 

DESPITE the fact that this was a moment that should have been private, for what if she had wished to mourn, mordred was next to her running his mouth as per usual. there was a moment where she entertained the notion of forcing a scene, weeping dramatically for her father just to spite mordred. she wondered if the display would make him uncomfortable. 

IT didn’t take her long to decide against it though - her father didn’t deserve her tears. be they born of sorrow or spite. if she had it her way, there wouldn’t be a single tear shed at this gravesite. not even the sky’s rain. she hoped, against reality, that the grass he was buried underneath turn brown among the green of the rest of the cemetery. 

“oh, don’t act like you haven’t filled a few tombs before.” 

SNAPPING harshly, sora let her annoyance paint her face. it didn’t matter what mordred did, what he became, sora would never look at him with anything but ire. he had her sister’s heart & he hadn’t cared for it properly. it was only another strike against him that he had it regardless. 

[coeurspire]

▌█ ❥▐ ’ & @shxdim

                    ❛ ---mordred orland. ❜ a nod, short and professional, because this was what sherry blendy  was  when the eyes of the city’s high society were on her. ❛ would you mind  confirming  something for me? ❜  namely: that her  still  husband had indeed brought a  ‘date’  for this party.  ❛ i believe i might be  hallucinating. ❜

[teoiyashix-blog]

@shxdim

So far, Althea had spent the afternoon delivering medication and goods to her many patients in the city, from the high street residents to those who chose to dwell in the outskirts. This was how she frequently spent her 'days off' from the surgery, and though she was still working and earning money, it was labour at a much slower pace. 

Besides, it was a time for her to wind down; enjoy the city and it's surroundings, an opportunity to socialise and perfect for introducing her son to the world. Caleb was secured snuggly against her chest with a baby wrap and a supportive arm, whilst the other held the delivery hamper to transport her packages - it was easier this way.

Soft eyes fell upon a figure who was familiar not only from his fame but from her time-to-time visits to the guild he was stood outside of. A comrade of Orga's, Mordred Orland. Perhaps he'd know when Orga was due to return..? Perhaps not. Either way, it was something she would ask if their conversation progressed that far.

    “ Good evening, ”  Thea offered the introduction his way, a faint smile on her lips as she approached.  “ Mordred Orland, I believe? ”