Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2020-02-21 02:33 pm
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Shrike's Heart (#4)

The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.

It's not quite a happy smile.

"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."

You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—

—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.

> Wake Up
gigadevilbreaker: (HEY!)

[personal profile] gigadevilbreaker 2020-03-02 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Grits his teeth and stands his ground to yell,]

You think you scare me?! Let's see you try and scare someone who doesn't give a crap about your approval!!

[You know what? He's going back out to the hall. To grab that sword on the wall.]

[personal profile] handpuppets 2020-03-02 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ you storm back to the sitting room in the entry hall, and find yourself in the middle of a tense mom discussion.

possibly you are one of the nuisances she speaks of. ]