Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25936606-20150319025237/@comment-26220869-20150319061650

A second set of eyelids immediately snapped down to protect her eyes from the torrent of liquid in her face. She could finally feel safe as she drifted to the bottom of the pond, a smile on her face. Yes...Away from him...That archangel. He was so...Divinely horrific, it made no sense. She frowned, realizing, with terror, that she could not truly have freedom. Ezra had latched himself onto her mind, and he was a parasite, hungering for her misery, her distress. Mizu dug into the rocks and bed of dirt beneath her, puncturing holes in her hand. If he were here, she thought, he would have laughed until he was the one with tears in his eyes. The wounds quickly healed, with them being submerged in cool water. The hurt still remained, even as she lie there for the rest of the day, and into that following morning.