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Amenii tugged at the fabric around her neck, the careful wraps that hind all but her face. Hands trembling she met her doubles eyes, her image looked almost as concerned as she felt, maybe even a bit sad. Or maybe it was just her imagination, that there were tears rimming her doubles green orbs. Closing her eyes, she reached up and pulled free the pin that held her veil in place.
A horrible numbness has begun to seem into her hands, contrary to the terror she felt beating in her heart. Slowly, every so slowly she unwrapped the fabric from around her head, ears, neck and let it pool into the sink like fabric made liquid. Trembling, Amenii did not want to open her eyes. How long she stood there she could not tell, silently she let the tears fall, cascading down her face to the fabric below.

Each drop echoed in her sensitive ears, a little ‘Plip. Plip-plip. Plip.’ Like rain drops falling from leaves.

Hands closing around the lip of the sink to steady herself, Amenii drew in a shaking breath, it was as though her lungs had forgotten how to work in that moment and the air was cold, alien to her body. One breath, another, and another after that, she steadied herself.

Slowly, she forced her eyes to open, but kept her gaze turned down, ashamed to look at the figure in the mirror. Instead her gaze was drawn to the veil now pooled in the sink, the light blue fabric now stained a in droplets that ran down to pool in the center leaving dark trails behind them. The fine gold pattern woven into the edges, patterns of home, of entity, who she was. Who she had been.

If she had not been supporting herself, she would have fallen.

It had been her mothers, and before that her mother’s mother, five generations of her family. And she-

A gentle knock sounded on the bathroom door pulling her from her thoughts. ‘Amenii, Are you all right in there?’

‘I – I’m fine, j-just freshening up. I’ll be right out.’

Steadying herself with a final breath, Amenii turned to look at the stranger in the glass. Brilliant green eyes stared back at her. A tuft of tan fur that refused to settle decorated her brow, and behind it, long slender ears fell down her back.

The figure in the mirror attempted to smile, the act almost made Amenii laugh as it looked more like a pained spasm. Shaking her head, she mopped her eyes with the back of her hand and stepped off the stool that she had to push over just to be able to see the mirror. Everything was too large here, even reaching the door handle required her to stand on tip-toe. Something she was going to have to mention to her girlfriend. Not that the spotted monster was likely to listen, but she would have to try.

‘Nera, you had better be decent!’ Amenii called as she pulled the door open.

Notes:

For those of you who are wondering this takes place long ago when Amenii and Nera were just beginning their relationship.

Amenii doesn’t talk much about her past, and she is remarkably good about deflecting the topic while shifting gears to something else. This is primarily because it is a very sensitive topic. Today I wanted to, get back to my roots, revert back to doing the art that I set out to create two years ago: Emotional art, to provoke a feeling in others on some deeper level. This one may be small but it still has a lot of feeling behind it, at least for me it does. Who knows, maybe it will resonate with you as well.

C.S.

Description
Amenii tugged at the fabric around her neck, the careful wraps that hind all but her face. Hands trembling she met her doubles eyes, her image looked almost as concerned as she felt, maybe even a bit sad. Or maybe it was just her imagination, that there were tears rimming her doubles green orbs. Closing her eyes, she reached up and pulled free the pin that held her veil in place.
A horrible numbness has begun to seem into her hands, contrary to the terror she felt beating in her heart. Slowly, every so slowly she unwrapped the fabric from around her head, ears, neck and let it pool into the sink like fabric made liquid. Trembling, Amenii did not want to open her eyes. How long she stood there she could not tell, silently she let the tears fall, cascading down her face to the fabric below.

Each drop echoed in her sensitive ears, a little ‘Plip. Plip-plip. Plip.’ Like rain drops falling from leaves.

Hands closing around the lip of the sink to steady herself, Amenii drew in a shaking breath, it was as though her lungs had forgotten how to work in that moment and the air was cold, alien to her body. One breath, another, and another after that, she steadied herself.

Slowly, she forced her eyes to open, but kept her gaze turned down, ashamed to look at the figure in the mirror. Instead her gaze was drawn to the veil now pooled in the sink, the light blue fabric now stained a in droplets that ran down to pool in the center leaving dark trails behind them. The fine gold pattern woven into the edges, patterns of home, of entity, who she was. Who she had been.

If she had not been supporting herself, she would have fallen.

It had been her mothers, and before that her mother’s mother, five generations of her family. And she-

A gentle knock sounded on the bathroom door pulling her from her thoughts. ‘Amenii, Are you all right in there?’

‘I – I’m fine, j-just freshening up. I’ll be right out.’

Steadying herself with a final breath, Amenii turned to look at the stranger in the glass. Brilliant green eyes stared back at her. A tuft of tan fur that refused to settle decorated her brow, and behind it, long slender ears fell down her back.

The figure in the mirror attempted to smile, the act almost made Amenii laugh as it looked more like a pained spasm. Shaking her head, she mopped her eyes with the back of her hand and stepped off the stool that she had to push over just to be able to see the mirror. Everything was too large here, even reaching the door handle required her to stand on tip-toe. Something she was going to have to mention to her girlfriend. Not that the spotted monster was likely to listen, but she would have to try.

‘Nera, you had better be decent!’ Amenii called as she pulled the door open.

Notes:

For those of you who are wondering this takes place long ago when Amenii and Nera were just beginning their relationship.

Amenii doesn’t talk much about her past, and she is remarkably good about deflecting the topic while shifting gears to something else. This is primarily because it is a very sensitive topic. Today I wanted to, get back to my roots, revert back to doing the art that I set out to create two years ago: Emotional art, to provoke a feeling in others on some deeper level. This one may be small but it still has a lot of feeling behind it, at least for me it does. Who knows, maybe it will resonate with you as well.

C.S.