"We may wish for death before this is over."
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((OC- I'm going to fast forward))
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The time for the dinner came fairly quickly, and they were given an hour to both dress and make their final decisions about the cuffs. Her body was stiff and sore from the hard surfaces of the room, because she had spent most of her time pacing or standing. Nervous. Frightened, though she wouldn't admit it aloud. Confinement, ownership, those were her greatest fears above all else. And she could feel her magic welling within her, uncomfortably so, without any outlet. She was fearful of what would happen when she was finally able to encounter nature again.
With the magnitude of her powers, came a lack of control. This was why she was hunted. The unpredictable nature of her powers could manifest in destructive, chaotic manners. True, they were still in their infancy as far as development, but she didn't know what the years ahead, let alone days ahead, would have in store for her. This was the first time she had really been confined without any access to nature.
Her fingers felt hot with unleashed fire, and she knew that if they stayed here longer, that the fire would burn. If the guards ever opened the doors, she could eventually try to burn her way to freedom... But at the price of her companion's life. And while she wasn't terribly attached to him, outside of a series of unfortunate circumstances, she did not want to live with the guilt of seeing him burn alive. Her feet, on the other hand, felt heavy, the earth feet beneath the dead marble of the floor pulling at her. Perhaps she'd be able to cave the floor in, and successfully kill herself along with her companion.
As far as this moment in time was concerned, she found her powers useless.
Grabbing the overlarge dress, she tried it on over her head, over her clothes. The cloth hung on her small frame, leaving her looking like a child playing dress up. She caught the scent of the Bull... Ever so light, and stale, on the dress. "I... I think this is a wedding dress." Visibly cringing, Kieta looked into his blue eyes, "I think it's The Bull's wedding dress." The size and smell reinforced her thought, and she found the situation all the more perverse. Had the Bull been promised to wed whoever had worn the clothes given to Trest? The thought chilled her to her core.
Using one hand to grip the bottom of the dress, so as to not trip over it, Kieta approached the chest with the cuffs. Looking down at it, her face paled and she swallowed heavily. "D'you think..." She knew she would sound weak, frightened, but she knew she had to ask. She could not possibly put the cuff on herself, could not possibly be the hand to inflict her greatest fear upon herself. He was seeing her at her most vulnerable, and she barely knew him. Disgusted with herself, but crippled with fear, she swallowed heavily and continued. "D'you think you could put it on for me? I..." She quickly, nervously, tucked some of her hair behind her ear, hands visibly shaking. "Not sure I can do it myself."