Heir of the Forgotten

~Bickering~

Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Selenetta stretches with a small yawn. It's not like this is anything too different from what she's gotten used to during this trip, such as the long nights and constant danger. She sits up with a small sigh, glancing towards the lumped figure against the wall... "Vincent?"

Vincent opens his eyes with a small groan when his name is called. "You're up early." He yawns, stretching. He'd rested against a wall last night, the surface harsh and unforgiving

"Am I?" Selene tilts her head, sleep still warming her voice. "I fell asleep early yesterday. We were still on the road." How did she get into bed? She's suddenly flushed as she looks at Vincent, realization striking her.

He chuckles as he stands up. "You were fast asleep, which we took as a blessing. Means I got to sleep."

Selene smiles as she stands and takes a step around him. She stretches her back and arms with a yawn. "You could have woken me up." She grumbles with a tinge of annoyance.

"Then a certain lady would be up till dawn keeping me up as well." He reaches to mess with her hair a bit. "Are you going to keep it down?"

"You're annoying," She scoffs, clicking her tongue. They keep having these moments, ones where they act so normally. A quick glance might make it seem like the tension that lies between them isn't toxic and incomplete; where it may not appear to have been built on desperation and a mix of every negative feeling two people can feel.

Vincent snickers as he picks her hand up and pulls it up to his lips. He kisses the top of it, then whispers, "I'm just that irresistible~"

Selene flicks him on the forehead as she rolls her eyes and scoffs. "You're a pain." She walks away from him, getting ready for the day.

Standing in front of the mirror, Selene stares at her reflection. Everything seems different. She knows nothing has really changed since she lost her parents... and yet, at the same time, everything has.

Maybe it's all the things she's seen and experienced, but her eyes don't seem cloudy. She'd lived in a haze for years. Selene leans against the counter as she focuses on her reflection. She can hardly recognize the memory-less girl she'd been for five years.

Dropping her gaze to her hands, she flexes them open and closed. She would be out of practice, but she'd once been able to fight. Her hands come up to tangle in her hair. She's only now letting things sink in.

They're in Venice right now, aren't they? Home, or at least it had been. There are people here who'd freak if they knew she'd slept with the prince.

She still needs to find the missing pieces in her mind to fix the gaps and the questions. There are still around eight years missing. She's almost died twice, and yet her memories of the first time are shaky.

With a gentle touch, she slips her dress off and turns the water on. They must be in the upper-end. The shower flows by itself, no pumping. On the faucet there is a carved symbol that glows a faint blue. A water Fae's marking. She steps beneath the water, letting it run over her skin. She doesn't bother with the temperature, preferring it cold.

She stands there for a while, simply letting the water trickle down her back. After a moment she takes her hand and places it over her heart with a feather-light touch. With a shaky breath her fingers brush to the left of her heart over a scar. How much did her parents know about her that she didn't? What life had she led besides the route of blood? Had there been something before the hatred that had coursed through her?

Selene presses against the scar until her nail digs into her skin, pain rippling around the area.

Blood starts to drip down, but it's not red, instead it's an inky black stains the skin where it touches.