[After the hellish morning she had, it was hard to really rouse herself. It was only her urge to be honest, a promise that she'd made to herself in the wake of finding out her title, that spurred her out of bed. Her first stop was the tattoo parlor, where she snatched up some writing materials. She carried these to the dining room, where several notes were scratched out.
Anyone who stumbled onto her during this time would be sure to see the way stress seemed to pour off of her. Her eyes were puffy and red, and underlined by the dark rings of sleeplessness. Every little sound seemed to startle her, something that hadn't happened since the first or second week.
All in all? She was a mess.
Eventually, Angel made her way to the halls, where notes were slid under each door. One was also posted on the refrigerator.]
I know why I am the Champion Traitor. Anyone who wishes to know as well can find me in the Garden. I will not condemn you for your anger.
[True to her word, Angel would spend the rest of her day in the greenery of the garden, far away from the memorials as she could be. She did not want to bring dishonor to their memories with her own sin.]
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Anyone who stumbled onto her during this time would be sure to see the way stress seemed to pour off of her. Her eyes were puffy and red, and underlined by the dark rings of sleeplessness. Every little sound seemed to startle her, something that hadn't happened since the first or second week.
All in all? She was a mess.
Eventually, Angel made her way to the halls, where notes were slid under each door. One was also posted on the refrigerator.]
I know why I am the Champion Traitor. Anyone who wishes to know as well can find me in the Garden. I will not condemn you for your anger.[True to her word, Angel would spend the rest of her day in the greenery of the garden, far away from the memorials as she could be. She did not want to bring dishonor to their memories with her own sin.]