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xiii - favourable memories

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑: 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :

Trails of thoughts and flashes of memories flew in front of Eris' eyes as she stared at herself in the mirror. It had been a good few days since her little escapade and the weight of the situation had finally truly dawned on her.

She hadn't looked at herself properly in a very long time. Eris never was one to hold her appearance up to high standards, she never needed to. The body and face she was given when she was born were simply there, not much to be either insecure or happy about. But even she had to admit she didn't look too well in that moment.

Dark bags laid under her blue eyes, the colour of her irises a little dimmer than she remembered. As a nice addition to her obvious insomnia were the slightly hollowed cheeks and pale skin that made her look more like a ghost than human at that point. She even felt like one.

Eris crooked her head slightly to turn her left cheek to the mirror a bit more, and there she spotted the scars she had for as long as she could remember.

One thin line of a slightly darker shade of pink trailed from her jaw up to about the height of her nose. She couldn't remember how she got that one.

The other one, which was placed on her eyebrow, she could definitely remember. Eris had been very young when she got it, around the age of seven. Tommy and her had been little demons all day, as Wilbur had called them, and had managed to steal a crossbow from Technoblade's armoury. The two had sneaked off into the woods and started practicing shooting. As Tommy started to fiddle around, trying to properly place the arrow in the frame, he had accidentally pulled the trigger, sending the arrow flying in the direction of Eris, who stood a few metres away. She had been blessed by the gods that days as the should-have-been fatal arrow only scraped the side of her face, leaving her with a dark scar running through her eyebrow, to the side of her face. Tommy had been inconsolable all day as he kept apologising to Eris as Wilbur stitched her face back together, promising he would do anything to make it up to her. Eris had laughed it off, thoroughly enjoying Tommy's suffering. Eventually the two settled on a promise. Tommy had promised her a favour, a favour she could inn whenever she wanted. As the two grew up, Eris never ended up using her favour, always afraid that a better opportunity would come along where she then couldn't use it.

He still owed her to that day.

A small smile tugged on Eris' dry lips at the memory, something filled with youth and such innocence. Unfortunately, the children they once were had to grow up quickly, their innocence and joy too precious for such a harsh and vile world.

The brunet sighed, turning her head to the other side, coming face to face with another scar, a new one. She let her hand trail the swollen line on her cheek, a frown setting on her dark brows.

It still stung a little as her fingertips touched the tender skin, making her almost retrieve her hand, but she resisted the urge. This would become the second scar caused by an arrow, there was no denying that fact as she looked at the scarred skin.

Then her eyes fell onto her hands, littered with burn marks and cuts, accumulated over years of recklessness.

She turned her hand over in front of her, looking at her burned fingertips, they were starting to heal as well.

Every bruise on her body started healing, meaning that time was passing, time where she was alone, locked away in a room, away from the ones that shared her precious memories.