【战锤40k同人作品翻译】 Ennui 第一章：空虚 Empty(11)

A cuirass, artfully cut and slashed to leave wide portions of pale flesh bare to bleed, was secured next, with scores of smaller blades hooked in place along my sides and hips.
I ran a fountain of clear water to wash the blood and grit from my hair, the long locks that were a delightful shade of orange flame. I took great pride in my appearance, as all Hekatarii do, for what is death without beauty? What beauty is there without the finality of death?
Once clean of my evening of blood, I sat to begin preparation. 

以精细的画笔，我在脸上以弯曲的笔画勾出纤细的深蓝色线条。较宽的笔刷在嘴唇上涂抹胭脂，而扁平的则为脸颊染上一抹色彩。
我已经很久都没有为自己做这件事了。自上一次我的一个奴隶使用这些小刷子和饰品起已经过去了很多年，可我依旧记得这种柔软的触感。
那是一个关于鲜血和哀嚎的故事的序章。
现在我的奴隶都死了，以及我的执政官、我的巫灵、我的教派、以及我的血伶人，以及这栋楼里的其他所有人，可我依旧感到空无一物。
With delicate brushes, I drew lines of thin cerulean in curling calligraphic symbols across my face. Broader ones pressed rouge to my lips and flat ones gave a hint of color to my cheeks.
It had been so long since I’d done this for myself. So many years had passed since I’d had any but one of my slaves use these little brushes and cosmetics, and yet I still knew the soft motions.