Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Sylvia was about to tell Aleksandr that she didn't need any water, but kept her mouth shut as the other headed towards the kitchen. She shrugged and pulled the bag closer to her, her head tilting when she pulled out two bottles. They were labeled but she couldn't read them but she knew the dosage, one of painkillers and one of antibiotics. Unscrewing the caps and taking one of each, she dry swallows them before replacing the caps and putting them in the bag once more.

"How did you know?" She asked when Aleksandr returned, taking the glass of water and taking a sip. She'd been wondering that since earlier within the day, she seemed to hear what most people wouldn't be able to. Her head tilted as a frown of concentration filtered across her lips. Her muddled mind filtering through the texts she read in relation to hearing, she blinked and shook her head.

Sleep was what she needed. Anything before that she'd ignored until her mind wasn't so fuzzy, her eyes blinked slowly as a slow warmrh began to fill her. Her head rests against the plastic back of her chair as her hands relax their grip on the bag. The medication already taking a hold of her, a small smile graced her lips. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Emerging from the water and sitting up, Sylvia reached for her duffle bag and tugged out her toiletry bag and opening it. She tugged out a bottle of shampoo which she opened and poured intout her hand before scrubbing it into her hair. Lifting the plug to allow some of the water she was using now drain away, she turned the knobs and washed the shampoo from her hair. Leaving the water running she grabbed the last two items she needed before continuing with her bath.

Once done and perched on the edge of the tub with her towel wrapped around her waist, Sylvia drained the water with a shake of her head. She placed her toiletries bag back into her duffle before tugging out a change of clothes. Her used clothes going into the bag she'd used from her ankle, she dressed after a moment of silence. Once settled back into her chair, pale hands lift up to towel dry her dripping waist-length hair.

"I think I might need my pain medication...." Her ankle was throbbing as if someone had taken a hammer to it. She hissed softly and tugg ed her bag into her lap before reaching for the bathroom door. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Sylvia remained silent as Aleksandr explained the knobs before he started the water. She accepted the bag offered as well as her duffle bag and watched as the other skittishly moved around her before leaving the small room. A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned forward and effortlessly tied the bag around her cast, her gaze shifting to the slowly filling tub. She watched as it filled and allowed the sound to fill her ears for a few moments, before shaking her head and leaning forward to turn it off.

She gripped the edge of her hoodie and pulled it over her head, wincing when her forearm sent a faint jolt of pain up her arm. Reaching forward to grip the edge of the tub, she took a deep breath before sliding out of her chair. It should of been easy except for the fact that her arm refused to hold her weight, she managed after shifting so she used her left arm more.

Shedding the rest of her clothes, she slips under the water while her ankle remains propped against the edge of the tub. It was frigid as well as luke-warm and Sylvia closed her eyes and relaxed under her liquid-barrier. Faint aches began after a few moments, old 'rewards' from her lessons that never took to the cold, she ignored them and remained still beneath the water.

"What are those on your arms, Sylvia?" The soft voice had little Sylvia tensing before focusing on the face of her teacher. A look of confusion filtered across her features as she titled her head.

"Marks ma'am?" She asked innocently as her stomach tightened in unease. Her teacher furrowed her brows and nodded, a long finger lifting to point at her arms.

"Yes dear, did something happen? They look swollen..." Sylvia blinked and glanceddown at her arms, her expression going blank for a moment. She forced her eyes to water and her small body to shudder, when she glanced back up her teacher looked worried.

"I was attacked by a stray cat, Mrs. Jones. It scratched me really bad." She whimpered as she waited for the next words to leave Mrs. Jones' lips. Her arms were dotted with purple spots, her little body gave a shudder as a faint pulse of heat trailed up her spine.

"Oh, dear I'm so sorry. Here finish your puzzle so we can go eat lunch, alight?" A soft pat on the head as Mrs. Jones rose to her feet, Sylvia nodded as she turned her attention to her worksheet.

"Okay, Mrs. Jones!" She forced the cheer into her voice as she watched her teacher me towards the front of the class. Her little shoulders relaxed as she focused on the clock above the classroom door.

No one noticed when she fell asleep a few moments later.

A shake of her head dispelled the memories as she flexed her fingers and by extension her arms. She allowed the silence to soothe her remaining insecurities, her lungs beginning to ache as she began to count from one. She'd come back up when she reached twenty. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

The moment she felt warm fingers lifting her chin, she felt a flush rush to her cheeks. She felt a shiver run up her spine and a giddy sensation filled her stomach. At his words a twitch of a smile smoothed the icy feeling within her. A small chuckle escaped her lips as Aleksandr wheeled her towards her destination, her shoulders and muscles relaxing.

"I'd be honored good sir. However I will need a duffle bag and a plastic bag to wrap around my cast." The hollowness that has filled her had lifed, her heartbeat slowing as she focused on regaining control over her emotions. Her hands rose to lower the hood she'd raised in order to block her face from her two hosts, her fingers twitching as she set them again in her lap. "I ask though, that you don't force yourself to act like we did in the hospital. If it makes you uncomfortable then it's fine, I just have to get used to the house and I'll be fine." She murmured softly, hands absently caressing the sidebars of her chair. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"Peachy. I just...don't do well in normal homes." Her words were weak ato best, her mind whirling as she tried and failed to ground herself. This wasn't the past, she wasn't a kid and she could fight back now. "Homes like this one are what I grew up in, my memories aren't fond of my time in what used to be my own home."

She raised her head with effort and allowed a small, tired smirk to tug her lips up. Her hands had gravitated to the center of her collarbone and pressed as she tried to calm. Her teeth bit softly into her bottom lip as she tried to breathe through her aching lungs. She could feel the ice-water feeling that spread through her body as her fingers pressed Hardee against her collarbone.

I'm not a child...I don't want them...I don't want to have a panic attack now... Her lips parted as a soft sound escaped from her throat, her body hunching forward as her mind continued to screech at her predicament. She was tired of being afraid but her dammed ghosts wouldn't leave her be. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"You can do as you wish. I'm only a guest." She stated after a pause, her composer hanging by a tread. She placed her duffle bag near her chair before stretching her good leg out, wincing when her bad leg protested the movement. When the smell of soup began to fill the air, Sylvia wrinkled her nose and focused on the window within the room.

I'm only stranger who will be staying here until I can move on my own. She thought with a shake of her head, her eyes closing as a shudder ran up her spine. This was her first time bein in another person's room, her shoulders rolled under her sweater as she tried to will her panic away. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"Thank you." Were the only words that left her lips, she didn't bother raising her head and moving at all. Everything suddenly hurt and all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball. A sigh left her lips as her hands curled tighter against the strap still in her hold. She just wanted to be alone and attempt to escape or sleep.

She hadn't seen the inside as she was pushed between one room and the next, she couldn't focus on anything. The reason she'd left her home the day after she'd turned eighteen was because she couldn't stand it anymore. The four walls were suffocating her, they seemed to mock her with echoes of her own screams as a child. Her room was a mine of things that she'd collected, things that she'd left behind so her 'parents' would see.

She'd been fortunate to find the store her father had left before he'd vanished. She'd moved in and spent the first few weeks relaxing into a normal home. The panic attacks followed by the relapses from her 'lessons' had kept her from getting anthing done with the shop unto a month and a half had passed.

I should of stayed alone...I shouldn't have acceored... Her mind was reeling and the throbbing that had taken over her body seemed to increase. Swallowing and lifting her head, she focused on Aleksandr's father and gave him a thin smile. Her chest ached and the familiar spasms just beneath her skin were the signs she wanted to keep hidden from either male. She could feel the old panic settling in, the itch beneath her skin for a needle she knew wouldn't come. She wondered briefly if she'd be able to make it out of this sane, the ghosts she'd buried were slowly emerging once more. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"Yes, it rains a majority of the time except when winter comes around and snow is falling and coating the ground." She offered after blinking her eyes open, she'd rested her head against the cool glass. A small smile tugged her lips up when a clap of lightning streaked across the sky, followed closely by a clap of thunder.

Her smile fell and she pressed her forrhead harder against the glass. "I'm asumming food would be made but I ask that I be skipped for that. I...I'm not hungry." She stated as an after thought, it wasn't a lie either. She'd grown up with meals missed and it had stuck with her even after she'd gotten her own place. She usally ate a light dinner before heading to bed, she'd skip lunch entirely and breakfast she'd have either juice or a bagel.

Her stkamch didn't want food, she knew she hadn't eaten since the day before but she just wasn't hungry. Pale fingers rose slowly and with a flick, lifted the hood of her hoodie to cover her face. Her eyes squeezed shut as the imaged from the hospital played in her mind, her teeth gritting in annoyance as well as frustration. She wasn't meant to make friends, with a word or gesture she'd offend them, she's been alone since the sixth grade. She'd been a fool to think a friendship could of been born by a few friendly gestures.

It was better she stayed alone. Less trouble for everyone. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Wiping the water that had remained on her bag and her sweater, Sylvia blinked at the question. She side-eyed the older male and shrugged her shoulders, fingers reaching up to wipe droplets from her eyes.

"Yes." Was all she offered in response, her body tense and head lowered slightly as her gaze focused on her bags. Her leg was throbbing and she could feel the heavy-feeling of sleep slowing her thoughts.

"Don't fall asleep brat." The words were snarled into little Sylvia's ear, small shoulders hunched up as fear filled her small body. The hand that gripped her hair had a soft squeak escaping her lips as she's lifted into the air.

Sylvia jerked to reality and blinked rapidly to clear the fog from her mind. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she forced herself to focus on the pitter-patter of rain. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"They're more my employees and I'm like their adult figure. I don't have any friends and I preferred it that way, I tend to butch things up when I open my mouth so I distanced myself." She offered him absently as she moved her bags into a comfortable position in her lap. At his second question, she glanced down and frowned softly.

"It'll be fine, we're not going to stay too long in the rain. I don't wish to keep your father waiting." Her tone had dropped as had her shoulders at the last sentence. Her stomach twisted and she burrowed in the warmth of her sweater. She was suddenly petrified of going, her fingers curled against the strap of her bag. Shaking her head and offering a small smile, she shrugged and waited for Aleksandr to air her. @Briza