.oo7 «[Dream] I promise to depart, just promise one thing
This dream is choppy and disjointed, like scenes on a movie real spliced together at odd moments, like it's missing fragments that make those moments jerk and jump.
A disappointed, angry father screaming through the bathroom door as she stared at herself in the mirror, a mere flash of green eyes and red hair, freckles on tear streaked cheeks. Never see that woman again, he says. Words like FORBIDDEN and CORRUPT and UNGODLY cut at her as the scissors slice through the braid at the back of her neck, shearing away the long, long hair that man loves so much because it reminded him of her mother-
Blue eyes and a silly little laugh. It's so short! A woman says, her face lost in the sea of a thousand shattered memories. As long as she was laughing, nothing else seemed to matter-
A leaky faucet into a partially filled tub of hot water, making pale flesh pink as she soaks. Green eyes held a calm sadness as the heavy weight of her heart threatened to drop into her stomach. Toes curled and relaxed under hot water. Left foot. A constant, strained ache; an effort as futile as moving stone. Right foot-
Right calf. Solid. Heavy. Strains the knee but she can still walk. When were you going to tell me! A woman yells, those blue eyes crying behind blond hair. Too strong. Too proud. Too stubborn. Too frightened of the loss that came anyway. It's only rumors. Not contagious. A statues hand cannot make a fist. God has cursed her after all-
Bleak white hospital where statues go to die, silence shattered by screams and sirens. The bomb tore through floors and the scent of broken, burning bodies filled the air for miles. She forced her knee to move, stiff and painful, to kick out the solid stone leg rather then drag it behind her. Her one arm clutched a crying child against her chest, both the boy's leg's had gone to stone and she was the only one who didn't run without leaving him there. Others followed because she dared to try. Barking orders . Keep them calm. The Cuvier Syndrome wasn't contagio-
Earthquake. Gas main. Can't hear anymore past the muffled beating of a terrified heart. Where was the boy? Hitting a wall hard enough to see her stone arm shatter before even realizing she'd been blown back, landing in the crumbled remnants that had once been her limbs-
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Jinana gasps a breath like she was just surfacing from under water, eyes snapping open as he awakens from her sleep coma. Glowing green lines trailed across her skin, crackling like a misfiring circuit board. She was very clearly disoriented, fight or flight response still in high gear as she goes for her weapons that were for some reason not there.
A disappointed, angry father screaming through the bathroom door as she stared at herself in the mirror, a mere flash of green eyes and red hair, freckles on tear streaked cheeks. Never see that woman again, he says. Words like FORBIDDEN and CORRUPT and UNGODLY cut at her as the scissors slice through the braid at the back of her neck, shearing away the long, long hair that man loves so much because it reminded him of her mother-
Blue eyes and a silly little laugh. It's so short! A woman says, her face lost in the sea of a thousand shattered memories. As long as she was laughing, nothing else seemed to matter-
A leaky faucet into a partially filled tub of hot water, making pale flesh pink as she soaks. Green eyes held a calm sadness as the heavy weight of her heart threatened to drop into her stomach. Toes curled and relaxed under hot water. Left foot. A constant, strained ache; an effort as futile as moving stone. Right foot-
Right calf. Solid. Heavy. Strains the knee but she can still walk. When were you going to tell me! A woman yells, those blue eyes crying behind blond hair. Too strong. Too proud. Too stubborn. Too frightened of the loss that came anyway. It's only rumors. Not contagious. A statues hand cannot make a fist. God has cursed her after all-
Bleak white hospital where statues go to die, silence shattered by screams and sirens. The bomb tore through floors and the scent of broken, burning bodies filled the air for miles. She forced her knee to move, stiff and painful, to kick out the solid stone leg rather then drag it behind her. Her one arm clutched a crying child against her chest, both the boy's leg's had gone to stone and she was the only one who didn't run without leaving him there. Others followed because she dared to try. Barking orders . Keep them calm. The Cuvier Syndrome wasn't contagio-
Earthquake. Gas main. Can't hear anymore past the muffled beating of a terrified heart. Where was the boy? Hitting a wall hard enough to see her stone arm shatter before even realizing she'd been blown back, landing in the crumbled remnants that had once been her limbs-
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Jinana gasps a breath like she was just surfacing from under water, eyes snapping open as he awakens from her sleep coma. Glowing green lines trailed across her skin, crackling like a misfiring circuit board. She was very clearly disoriented, fight or flight response still in high gear as she goes for her weapons that were for some reason not there.