Day 4 - Oh, Memory and thought, jet black and clawed
Day: Four
Who: Zoey and Morpho
When: After this
Where: Outside the House of Dusk
Any Warnings: Um... prior trauma? And cussing. Oh yes the cussing.
Zoey made it to the House of Dusk before she started really shaking uncontrollably; managing to duck around the side of it before her knees gave out and she collapsed to the ground next to the building. How did he... She had just barely kept herself appearing calm and collected while she aided the Carnie with his busy work. It had been a very near thing, and she was lucky to have gotten as far away as she did before reaction truly set it.
“Fuck...” she breathed quietly, scrubbing a hand roughly through her hair. She was gasping for air, feeling more than a little light-headed. She stared at the hand that had been pinned as she held the nail, rubbing at the spot where it had been fused to her skin.
Oh god... She could still hear the distorted voice... still hear the wet crunch sound from her vision, the dream. Still feel the fucking nails being wrenched out of her chest. She pressed a hand over the spot and hissed in pain. She couldn’t stop shaking... and her chest was absolutely throbbing. It wouldn’t stop. Hadn’t since the incident with the... nail. It felt like it was getting worse. Her stomach turned a little, and she curled in on herself.
Who: Zoey and Morpho
When: After this
Where: Outside the House of Dusk
Any Warnings: Um... prior trauma? And cussing. Oh yes the cussing.
Zoey made it to the House of Dusk before she started really shaking uncontrollably; managing to duck around the side of it before her knees gave out and she collapsed to the ground next to the building. How did he... She had just barely kept herself appearing calm and collected while she aided the Carnie with his busy work. It had been a very near thing, and she was lucky to have gotten as far away as she did before reaction truly set it.
“Fuck...” she breathed quietly, scrubbing a hand roughly through her hair. She was gasping for air, feeling more than a little light-headed. She stared at the hand that had been pinned as she held the nail, rubbing at the spot where it had been fused to her skin.
Oh god... She could still hear the distorted voice... still hear the wet crunch sound from her vision, the dream. Still feel the fucking nails being wrenched out of her chest. She pressed a hand over the spot and hissed in pain. She couldn’t stop shaking... and her chest was absolutely throbbing. It wouldn’t stop. Hadn’t since the incident with the... nail. It felt like it was getting worse. Her stomach turned a little, and she curled in on herself.