by Guest 8/21/2013, 11:01 pm
Blake had already mentioned who had given her the scars, but she wasn't going to point out that she already said it. Instead, she braces her body to begin the task of speaking without quavering. Her past haunted her. It made her want to crawl into a dark corner and cry whenever it came around in her mind. It took an awful lot of willpower for her not to cry right here, right now. She held it in though. She fought her urges to just give up fighting against them. But that is why humans live, is it not? We live to fight. We live to fight and conquer. We, humans, live to succeed.
"Who did this to me? Two people did this. Two people very close to me. One brought me into this world, the other helped raise me," she tells Jack, shutting her eyelids tightly.
Then Jack started talking and Blake feels a hand on her bare arm, where the scars showed off years of pain. Blake blinks a few times, trying to correct her tearing up vision and looks at Jack's hand upon her pale skin. She watches as he speaks, then seemingly out of her skin, a rose. A single stem, blossoming into a dark crimson flower at the top. The demigod takes the rose in both of her hand and holds it upright on her lap. She looks down at it and grits her teeth. She tried, she really did. She didn't want to act like some over dramatic child who looked to be the center of attention. Blake tried to do the exact opposite for the most part. But this time, tears flowed. They dropped off of her cheeks and onto her still wet pant legs. Tears flowed freely. She didn't hold them back. She had no regrets.