[You aren't where you just were a moment ago. You remember it very clearly: who you were talking to, or fighting with, or what book you were reading.
Now? It is bit like you blinked and never opened your eyes again. The world around you is dark and devoid of boundaries or shapes. Little swirls of light and after images dance in front of your straining eyes. Your ears cling to the comfort of the sound of your clothes and your breathing over the overwhelming nothing around you.
All you know is that you are standing and you are very, very alone right now.]
[ She blinks, and reaches out before her. Her hands are still wet and sticky with blood and she was about to- about to . . . well, that didn't matter much, did it? It was all but done anyway.
Still, there's a bit of frustration in not seeing things to the end, particularly when she had stayed so carefully sober all day. ]
[Your own voice comes back to you, wavering and a little distorted. Working like no acoustic you've ever experienced, whole words are picked and spat back with whispy edges of something else in the tone.]
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thevineintervention) wrote2012-04-06 03:24 pm
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Now? It is bit like you blinked and never opened your eyes again. The world around you is dark and devoid of boundaries or shapes. Little swirls of light and after images dance in front of your straining eyes. Your ears cling to the comfort of the sound of your clothes and your breathing over the overwhelming nothing around you.
All you know is that you are standing and you are very, very alone right now.]
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Still, there's a bit of frustration in not seeing things to the end, particularly when she had stayed so carefully sober all day. ]
. . . My lady? Is this your work, then?
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greet may really
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