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taxonomites2012-03-29 08:02 pm
tothelightshown) wrote in taxonomites2012-03-29 08:02 pm
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028: You're Pretty When You Cry [Accidental Visual / Location: the Northern Island]
DG was dreaming.
It wasn't the first time that she'd journeyed to the O.Z while she slept, but this particular dream was unusually vivid. She wasn't a child running through the forest with her sister. She wasn't practicing magic under Tutor's watchful eye or listening to her mother singing a lullaby. The familiar and somewhat hazy mixture of memory and imagination had been replaced by stark images of a grey and barren world bathed in permanent darkness.
The same thing had happened for three nights in a row and, each time she fell asleep, the voice in her head grew a little louder.
You broke your promise. You let go. After everything that you said and everything that you've done, you abandoned your sister again.
"No! It wasn't like that!"
It had been the city. Taxon had taken her away from the O.Z. She'd never stop fighting to get back home. Back to Azkadellia.
It doesn't matter. Soon, there will be nothing left for you to hold on to.
I'll get you, my pretty. You and all your little friends.
She woke with a start. For a long moment, she lay perfectly still, staring up at the ceiling with wide blue eyes and her heart hammering in her chest. Eventually, she sat up and sighed, pressing the heal of her hand to her eyes.
"This is starting to get weird."
In Taxon, that was never a good sign.
It wasn't the first time that she'd journeyed to the O.Z while she slept, but this particular dream was unusually vivid. She wasn't a child running through the forest with her sister. She wasn't practicing magic under Tutor's watchful eye or listening to her mother singing a lullaby. The familiar and somewhat hazy mixture of memory and imagination had been replaced by stark images of a grey and barren world bathed in permanent darkness.
The same thing had happened for three nights in a row and, each time she fell asleep, the voice in her head grew a little louder.
You broke your promise. You let go. After everything that you said and everything that you've done, you abandoned your sister again.
"No! It wasn't like that!"
It had been the city. Taxon had taken her away from the O.Z. She'd never stop fighting to get back home. Back to Azkadellia.
It doesn't matter. Soon, there will be nothing left for you to hold on to.
I'll get you, my pretty. You and all your little friends.
She woke with a start. For a long moment, she lay perfectly still, staring up at the ceiling with wide blue eyes and her heart hammering in her chest. Eventually, she sat up and sighed, pressing the heal of her hand to her eyes.
"This is starting to get weird."
In Taxon, that was never a good sign.
[Visual]
[Visual]
She paused. Willow had confided in her, after all. She couldn't bring herself to lie to her friend.
"Maybe we could meet for lunch tomorrow? It's not a conversation we should have in the middle of the night."
[Visual]
[Visual]
Even if it was difficult for her to show it when she was half asleep and decidedly rumpled.
"How about midday? I'll meet you outside the castle and we can look for somewhere to eat."
[Visual]
"Okay. I'll be waiting."
She understood, though, and she'd let DG go until midday came. Hopefully, her friend would be able to get some measure of sleep after all that.