#biacklight

Every time Silke changed her bandages, she was forced to look at the raw wounds that Blaine had inflicted on her. They were starting to scar over, pink and white. The wounds were deep, tender. Laying on her back at night was near-impossible, but it wasn’t like she was going to sleep anyways. 

She gently started to wrap new bandages around her torso, careful not to brush her fingertips over the sensitive scars. Vi had offered a hand in changing them, but she had refused. She didn’t want Vi, or anyone for that matter, to even look at them. She had explained rather nonchalantly the background of what had happened, but never the specific details on what Blaine had done to her. It didn’t matter, she reasoned. They don’t need to know. It was her burden to carry, anyways. 

How long had it been since he last stepped foot in his home? It felt like ages to him since he first left to go to Beacon.

He opened the front door and entered the house. It still had the same smell to it like he last remembered.

Aurelio stood at Eirene’s doorstep attempting to build up the courage to finally knock on the door. One of his clammy hands gripped a box of meticulously decorated cookies, with the other carefully combing his fingers through his hair. He finally drew in a shaky breath, then he lifted his hand to gently knock on the door. 

“Xing, stop! You’re going to destroy the town if you don’t!”

“Calm down, man!”

Such words came to Xing’s mind as he woke up. The last thing he remembered was going on a rampage while using his semblance through a town in Vacuo in search for his sister prior to blacking out. He had a feeling one of the others knocked him out in order to stop him.

He couldn’t ignore the throbbing feeling of the headache he felt. He sat up and attempted to touch his head with his hands. Upon doing so, he realized his hands we handcuffed together with unusual looking cuffs.

He tried to use his semblance to undo the cuffs. But no matter how hard he tried, nothing was happening. He couldn’t get any of the other nearby objects, as few as there were, to move either. He couldn’t help but wonder if the cuffs were responsible for his inability to use his semblance.

He couldn’t stand being locked up like he was. He wanted to go back out and search for his sister. With nobody else around, he decided to call out.

16. Taking suggestive pictures

Vi casually approached the door to Lucio’s room. Lucio’s door was slightly ajar, just enough so Vi could see Lucio taking suggestive pictures of himself. Vi gently knocked on Lucio’s door to catch his attention.