Diamond in the Rough [Closed]

[Aynur]

A ear piercing scream jostled the few people who were around the two women. The matron of the bar, being not too fond of Aynur simply huffed and shuffled people on, away from the scene. Away from the screaming and the writhing and the painful, tear-filled crys of the blind girl. Away from potential danger. The only who stayed, was Rosellia. Who held Aynur's hand fast to the hilt of thee blade.

It felt like fire, scalding her skin. Burning flames licking up her arm and engulfing her. Suffocating her.

"T-TRISTAI-cough- T-Tri-" Her screaming died down to a series of coughs as she slumped forward. Rosellia caught her, the other hand pressing tight to her mid-back. Slow gentle, rythmic motions ensured as Rosellia gently reassured Aynur. A promise that the pain would be over soon, that the hellfires would burn off, leaving naught but an ashen wasteland - ready for new life.

Aynur stared forward, blanky, at the swirl of colours before her. Had she made a mistake? She hadn't expected this. She expected friendship. A shoulder to cry on, a comrade to confide in. "W-what is...t-this?" She breathed, her entire form shaking. The tainted sword masqurading as the woman gave her no audible response. Instead, Aynur felt soft velveteen lips press against her forehead. A kiss? A reassurance?

The burning and suffocation died away and with it a wave of ...euphoria. Her pained breath gave way to a silent, stilled sigh as she exhalled. Her body relaxed and melted against Rosellia's form. What...What was she so worried about moments before? W-whose name did I call out?

...

A silent fuzzy sea filled my head, it's waves crashed against my consciousness and the name, the person was on the tip of my tongue but, just like the waves it was carried away, back and away from my conscious thoughts. "R-Rosellia?" Aynur lifted her milky eyes. A new glaze had set in. Her breathing had steadied, and she had...she had completely forgotten why she was so sad earlier. "W-why was I crying?" With one hand still clutched almost possessively around the hilt of the blade she leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Rosellia's waist. This was warmth, this was...some form of bliss. Aynur felt right here. In this moment.

Wanted. Needed.

Had she felt this way before? A small part tuggged at her in the back of her mind that yes, yes she had felt this way. That she was waiting for the very person, the very friend who had made her feel this way. A part of her knew this but she couldn't quite place his voice in the sea of haze that continued to ebb and flow. Tug, and pull. Waning her thoughts and consciousness.

With a small groan she lifted her head. Aynur pressed a hand to her temple. "My body is heavy. What...did you do?" As she lowered her hand back down there was a clear, visible mark - one that was set between her clavicles, in the centre just above her breasts. A vertical line.

"What is this?" Rosellia reached out, pressing her finger to the mark. It shifted beneath her calloused fingers and an eye appeared, a small slit at first, its pupil stared out at the world. A black mark against Aynur's fair and scarred skin. A deep set sign from magicks unknown to the land, unknown to Aynur.

Aynur, swet, calm, pensive Aynur. She tilted her head to the side. Brows furrowing in confusion. "What...is what?"

The woman was quiet, and Aynur felt like she was missing something. The slight clang of metal against metal - the ting and shing of armour - but...what was it? Where was it? Why was it?