Cara's Apartment, Saturday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was not having a good day. Yesterday had been...unpleasant, the incident at the Onsen being followed by fleeting, yet vivid apparitions of things she'd done, things done to her, and more appearances of that other version of herself, ready with a cutting comment, a quick fist, or a quicker agiel, the embodiment of an ideal Mord'Sith. Of course

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[harpy_daughter]

The entire island felt wrong. Surreal had thrown-up almost immediately after exiting her portal, from the shock of so many psychic scents being so wrong. It had taken her longer than usual to make it to Cara's because of how disorienting the entire experience was.

It didn't help that she kept seeing glimpses of Blood males that she knew she'd killed out of the corner of her eye.

"Cara?" she called softly, before actually using her key and coming in through the door like a normal person instead of the window. "I know you're here, sugar, I can sense you."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara let out a bitter, shaky, laugh. There was a lot of that going around today. Though having one specific set of emotions to try and latch onto out of the cacophony helped her to focus. If not much else.

"In here," she called out and lowered her hands from her head, wrapping them around her knees, drawn up protectively against her chest, instead.

[harpy_daughter]

Surreal padded in, knives drawn, checking the room first before vanishing her weapons and sitting down next to Cara.

Not touching. Yet. Just right beside her.

"What in Hell is going on around here?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara didn't relax, not really, but she let her head drop against Surreal's shoulder. Enjoy that mix of drawing comfort from the contact and guilt for inconveniencing her by needing it.

"I don't know, the island probably. It started yesterday," she said. "The feelings are new."