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[OPEN] Disintegrating, from all the medicine. [RE, Lena]

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07-07-2014, 08:30 PM (This post was last modified: 07-07-2014, 10:03 PM by Larkspur.)
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There's a ghost, she's wearing my face.
Reality is a place of safety in a world that is far bigger, and far more complicated, than most choose to acknowledge. Solitude is falling into the comfort of predictability, the guarantee that normalcy is exactly as it appears - a condition created by consistency. Lives can be lived in charmed expectation of the inevitable. The sun rises and sets. Winter fades to spring, to summer, to fall - and with it everything else fades too. Including memories. Nothing in the living world is permanent, and the power of recollection is no exception. Piece by piece images of the past are lost to the hands of time, withering and disappearing into an endless void. So easily are these things forgotten, so easily the mind loses sight of what was once before it, until all that is left at the end of all things is the sliver of a life, replaced by the shell of a ghost.

Larkspur is a ghost.

This is no world she now exists in, but a hell. Shadows and glass surround her, smother her, until she is certain that they are her. She feels as though she is a figment, composed of suffocating smoke and fractured ice, her body lost to the elements that have become her existence. She breathes it in, heady and sharp against her lungs, now terrifyingly familiar, but no matter how much she tries to focus on the light ahead of her, it remains out of reach. It’s a distant promise of warmth that laughs are her from the frozen abyss where she is caught, a prisoner who’s sentence no longer exists in any form of certainty. Her gold eyes glow, a fire in the dark - hungry.

Has it been days? Weeks or months? Years?

She cries out, for the thousandth time, but there is no sound, only gaping, swallowing emptiness.

Her fierce, fearless nature is reduced to desperation, overrun by the growing, strangling need to escape. She clings to the remnants of before, before the darkness swallowed her whole, as if those last pieces of her previous life will somehow return her to it. So she prowls through the endless night, the infinite void, and with each step another piece of her breaks free - falling into the abyss around her.

And that’s when she sees it. Out of the smokey haze and sprawling, reaching, clawing splinters of glass, a great wall suddenly rises up before her. For the first time in what feels like a millennium, a face stares back at her out of the shadows, and her heart races briefly - until she realizes the wild creature peering back at her is herself. Not only herself, but a world that she recognizes, a world beyond this purgatory she’s been made to suffer in. She can see the mountains in the distance, so familiar - so real. Surely, after all this time, it’s only another lie…

She steps closer, the glass cracking and giving beneath her feet, accompanied by a distant hiss. She freezes, and her gut twists as the ground shifts and she stumbles to her knees - the glass like shards of ice biting into her flesh. Suddenly a single fracture splits between her fore hooves and runs the length of the floor until it meets the reflecting wall. A great rumble sounds deep in the earth beneath her, and with a deafening crack a great fissure climbs the length of the reflective surface in front of her. A scream echoes around her, but this time it is not her own.

And then she falls, and falls, and falls.

@[Random Event] @[Lena]

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Disintegrating, from all the medicine. [RE, Lena] - by Larkspur - 07-07-2014, 08:30 PM

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