"For now we see through a mirror, darkly."
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estdeus_innobis[Thursday, November 26th (Day 179)]
[Noon - the Whitechapel]
It's been a week, more than a week, since the sky set on fire and she's still sleeping, eyes burning and skin hot to the touch. I stay behind, peering in from a distance as the others wander in and out, nodding our head when they ask if we are all right, willing them away so she can rest, so I can watch.
I don't see what she sees, only know what I can gather from behind her eyes, but I know why this happened. She whispers the name in her sleep, her voice echoing through our mind until I find myself mouthing the words as well, that falling star setting the world ablaze as it fell, a flash of that truth just outside then window and then the screaming, the tears. And I don't know who this is, the star with the smiling face, but it doesn't matter. For every tear, every time she cries out in her sleep and curls deeper into herself, I'll see it dead.
The light burns and she thinks the darkness will help, but I don't want him here, her dark god. His teeth are too sharp, his eyes too bright at times and I know what goes on behind them, I know if she doesn't when he looks our way. But the days stretch on with his name on her lips until I can't hold her back any more. Call him, then. Call him and see if he can help where I haven't, see if the night hurts any less.
"Gaueko..."
And we wait. We wait and nothing happens, no one comes. I can barely feel the darkness, with the sun shining so bright, and the tears start again, little Alice so lost and thinking herself alone. Fine.
The body is weak so I move us without it, pulling us from the bed with our toes just grazing the floor. Our feet touch down, too cold with our skin so hot, and she gasps in her sleep, still whispering for the hound. He's not coming, he's not coming, and that bothers me, after he promised. But I can help where he can't.
I take control then, unstable in the skin but fine after a few steps, moving us out of the room and down the hall and to her precious Gaueko. He promised, promised, and we'll see if he can help. If he's more than just words and laughing eyes to dash out once I'm through. I move to his room, through the door with large eyes gone dark, Alice not there with her smiles, and look his way before I can no longer keep control and we collapse to the floor.
[Open to Gaueko and Verdandi]
[Noon - the Whitechapel]
It's been a week, more than a week, since the sky set on fire and she's still sleeping, eyes burning and skin hot to the touch. I stay behind, peering in from a distance as the others wander in and out, nodding our head when they ask if we are all right, willing them away so she can rest, so I can watch.
I don't see what she sees, only know what I can gather from behind her eyes, but I know why this happened. She whispers the name in her sleep, her voice echoing through our mind until I find myself mouthing the words as well, that falling star setting the world ablaze as it fell, a flash of that truth just outside then window and then the screaming, the tears. And I don't know who this is, the star with the smiling face, but it doesn't matter. For every tear, every time she cries out in her sleep and curls deeper into herself, I'll see it dead.
The light burns and she thinks the darkness will help, but I don't want him here, her dark god. His teeth are too sharp, his eyes too bright at times and I know what goes on behind them, I know if she doesn't when he looks our way. But the days stretch on with his name on her lips until I can't hold her back any more. Call him, then. Call him and see if he can help where I haven't, see if the night hurts any less.
"Gaueko..."
And we wait. We wait and nothing happens, no one comes. I can barely feel the darkness, with the sun shining so bright, and the tears start again, little Alice so lost and thinking herself alone. Fine.
The body is weak so I move us without it, pulling us from the bed with our toes just grazing the floor. Our feet touch down, too cold with our skin so hot, and she gasps in her sleep, still whispering for the hound. He's not coming, he's not coming, and that bothers me, after he promised. But I can help where he can't.
I take control then, unstable in the skin but fine after a few steps, moving us out of the room and down the hall and to her precious Gaueko. He promised, promised, and we'll see if he can help. If he's more than just words and laughing eyes to dash out once I'm through. I move to his room, through the door with large eyes gone dark, Alice not there with her smiles, and look his way before I can no longer keep control and we collapse to the floor.
[Open to Gaueko and Verdandi]
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