" Defined by no man, you are your own story.
Blazing through the world, turning history into herstory. And when they dare to tell you about all the things you cannot be,
You smile at them. "
" I am both woman and warrior and you cannot stop me. "...
WHEN ANGELINA FINALLY GETS OUT of the bathtub there's a fresh set of clothing lied out for her on the bed. She drops the towel covering her body and slips into the simple green gown that falls to the floor. She peers at herself in the mirror as she examines the gown clinging to her body. It's simple straps sit on her shoulders, displaying the cut she wears on her forearm that she received once she got to Polis. The dress clings to her chest, becoming loose as it falls to the ground. It shows off her right leg as a large slit slides up her thigh. She then examines her face, which is now clear of blood including the streaks that she placed under her eyes before marching upon Polis. Angelina debated leaving them there as a reminder of what she had done, but honestly, Angelina hated the feeling of dried blood on her skin. Even the feeling of the dried berry juice that she used to dye her hair was a feeling that she would rather not get used to. The juice did end up staining, leaving her naturally chestnut brown hair a deep chocolate brown.
The girl turns as she hears rain hitting against the balcony glass door. She smiles, relaxing as she wraps a shaw around her body before exiting onto the balcony.
Angelina breathes deeply, inhaling the scent of the rain as she relaxes her shoulders. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the rain on her face. The girl doesn't move as she hears the balcony door open. She doesn't need to, she already knows who's come to see her.
"What are you doing out here?" Roan asks softly, keeping his distance from the girl as he leans against the balcony. The light raindrops wet his hair. Angelina knew Roan was distancing himself from her on purpose. But this wasn't like every other encounter she's had with a grounder since the execution at Mount Weather. Angelina knew that Roan wasn't distancing himself in fear of her. She knew that the man standing beside her was trying to give her space, but be there for her at the same time. Angelina honestly didn't know how she felt about seeing Roan after these long three months.
Angelina always imagined the two meeting again in her head, but she never could imagine how it would play out. At first, Angelina believed she would become so overcome with anger that her magic would flare up in rage. But the longer she thought about him, the more she had come to realize that Roan had no other choice but to leave her at the mountain.
