11-09-2019, 12:03 PM
I am groggy, disoriented, when the faery brings me back. My brain is as cloudy as the sky above us, and I can do no more than blink sluggishly as she gives her cryptic warning. What the fuck ever... It's not like I came here to make friends.
Even in my prone position, I manage to roll my eyes. I want to say something biting. But before I can convince my paper dry tongue to cooperate, the icy presence is gone, and I'm alone to recover from my misadventure.
I feel as though I've been caught in a landslide, or suffered some hours-long night terror. The muscles of my back and neck are wooden. It's with a miserable groan that I manage to pull myself upright, if still curled against the comfortingly still ground. So not worth it. But with a note of vague surprise, I realized that the land coming into focus is a familiar one. Loess. Her stoney landscape is the one I've been returned to, and I feel a bubble of satisfaction move viscously through my chest.
I'm here. I survived, even if it seems I hadn't accomplished much. A quick inventory of my self reveals nothing new. Same, gaudy girl who left this morning. Put through the wringer for nothing. A derisive snort passes through me. So much for that idea. I knew that impulsivity could only get me into trouble, so I suppose it's nice to be proven right. If only that didn't equate feeling so very bruised.
It's been a few moments, long enough to let the world stop spinning, and I force my legs to raise me from the earth. Wings shoot out akimbo in an awkward attempt to balance my woozy head. "Fuck me..." I grumble, head in question slung low. Gods, I need a drink.
Even in my prone position, I manage to roll my eyes. I want to say something biting. But before I can convince my paper dry tongue to cooperate, the icy presence is gone, and I'm alone to recover from my misadventure.
I feel as though I've been caught in a landslide, or suffered some hours-long night terror. The muscles of my back and neck are wooden. It's with a miserable groan that I manage to pull myself upright, if still curled against the comfortingly still ground. So not worth it. But with a note of vague surprise, I realized that the land coming into focus is a familiar one. Loess. Her stoney landscape is the one I've been returned to, and I feel a bubble of satisfaction move viscously through my chest.
I'm here. I survived, even if it seems I hadn't accomplished much. A quick inventory of my self reveals nothing new. Same, gaudy girl who left this morning. Put through the wringer for nothing. A derisive snort passes through me. So much for that idea. I knew that impulsivity could only get me into trouble, so I suppose it's nice to be proven right. If only that didn't equate feeling so very bruised.
It's been a few moments, long enough to let the world stop spinning, and I force my legs to raise me from the earth. Wings shoot out akimbo in an awkward attempt to balance my woozy head. "Fuck me..." I grumble, head in question slung low. Gods, I need a drink.