<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://cdn-img.instyle.com/sites/default/files/styles/684xflex/public/images/2010/wrn/082610-emma-lead-300.jpg?itok=mrfZhFtl)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Abigail Krueger | Medusa, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat (semi-CLOSED)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rahne is no longer having fun.<br/><hr/><br/>Why were they doing this? Rahne just shook her head as both girls spoke about not letting this go, and about not wanting her to run from them. Wouldn't it just be easier if they pretended nothing had happened? She didn't want pity or an "oh woe is me" moment. She didn't want to go into her childhood with them, and how painful it had been, coming into the world by the acts of sin and evil, being declared a spawn of the devil and an agent of Hell. How try as she might she struggled to hold to the basic tenants of her faith, and stay true to it. She was an abomination and an attack on God's will and design--how could they possibly help her with that?<br/><br/>But Abigail took her hands again, pushing their books and papers back into the bed. The redhead still refused to look at the blonde. All she did was shake her head, not wanting to hear the compliments. Now that she was calming down, she was fully aware of the mess she had made with her overreaction. She just wanted it to go away...<br/><br/>"It's not important..." she muttered, looking at her lap as Abigail had her sit on the side of the bed with her. "The past is the past...We don't need to talk about it..." Sighing, she shook her head. Slowly pulling her hands from Abi's, she folded them in her lap, and took a breath. "It was...what Ah deserved, for all of my sins."