[It's no real surprise that Kirigiri winds up in Ballymallet, considering everything; the prospect of a mystery to solve is a compelling one, and especially so when recent mishaps with magical items have left her more than a little shaken — and interested in distancing herself as far from them as possible. Overall, the little town proves to be quaint enough, for all that it's rustic at best and inhospitable at worst, but being an Amethyst seems to help — for a little while, at least.
For a little while, that is, until negativity starts to spread like a fog across the surrounding area, and it starts to swallow her up with preoccupations. It's all but impossible to ignore; even someone as good as she is at compartmentalization can't hope to hold out against it forever.
So when the garnet called Shorn starts circulating a remedy to help ward off the depressive fugue setting in all around them, Kirigiri weighs her options; none of them are good ones, certainly, but whatever side effects might come of the potion are probably still better than being paralyzed by the anxiety and depression she's already been forced to contend with.
That's what she'll tell herself, later. It was just reason, just a simple reasoned choice and she'd taken it.
Later, however, is when she'll be able to think straight, and right now, she can't. Oh, the fog of sadness has fled, to be sure, but now she's consumed with distractions of a different and much more arousing kind, and that's not something she's able to easily compartmentalize, either.
At least it's relatively easier to deal with, though.
Which is precisely how she winds up seeking out Prompto, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen red from biting at them, with molten emotion aflame in her veins and a rising desperate need to do something about it.]
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For a little while, that is, until negativity starts to spread like a fog across the surrounding area, and it starts to swallow her up with preoccupations. It's all but impossible to ignore; even someone as good as she is at compartmentalization can't hope to hold out against it forever.
So when the garnet called Shorn starts circulating a remedy to help ward off the depressive fugue setting in all around them, Kirigiri weighs her options; none of them are good ones, certainly, but whatever side effects might come of the potion are probably still better than being paralyzed by the anxiety and depression she's already been forced to contend with.
That's what she'll tell herself, later. It was just reason, just a simple reasoned choice and she'd taken it.
Later, however, is when she'll be able to think straight, and right now, she can't. Oh, the fog of sadness has fled, to be sure, but now she's consumed with distractions of a different and much more arousing kind, and that's not something she's able to easily compartmentalize, either.
At least it's relatively easier to deal with, though.
Which is precisely how she winds up seeking out Prompto, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen red from biting at them, with molten emotion aflame in her veins and a rising desperate need to do something about it.]