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exsiliumlogs2013-08-07 11:10 pm
showmeyourwreath) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-08-07 11:10 pm
[Closed] I'm either so sick in the head
Date & Time: late on July 25-28th
Location: Apartment 810
Characters: Flora, Lestat, and fraaands. Tag yourselves!
Summary: After feeling better than she has in quite some time, she's back in Exsilium, and it's not agreeing with her.
Warnings: None. Well, Lestat'll be around, if that counts.
[ooc: despite the format of the post, i don't really care about tag style, so do whatever you're comfortable with, I'll shift to match. :3b]
On the twenty fourth, Flora did her best to have fun, even though she knew what she'd be going back to the next day. All the more reason to savour every last moment of it to the best of her ability, and she did, even while that lurked in the back of her mind. Late into the day, she made sure to stay near Lancelot and absolutely away from everyone else. Pain had been nothing new for her, honestly, you couldn't be a Guardian Fairy without experiencing it reasonably often (whatever counted as reasonably), but that was in the heat of battle, that was with adrenaline and grit. This was different. It wasn't just pain, either, it was insanity and sickness and sadness. She'd face it, she had no choice, but until it happened, it was waiting for an axe to drop. And waiting, and waiting, and waiting....
Finally, and yet all too soon, they got back.
She couldn't breathe at first, and by the time she could, it was a poisonous effort. The world felt slow and sluggish with the decay, the twisted life and the lack of it, and she moved in much the same way, dazed and swaying. On its heels were the screams like lightning, striking her mind over and over and over. She cried for the world, and the world did through her. It was all the same.
It was too much for her mind to take all at once, and she blacked out. She slept.
It was not sound or restful.
Still, she woke, eventually, awkwardly sitting up in her bed (when did she get here?) and rubbing her forehead.
"A-are we still...at the beach, because my head feels like it was trampled by a dinosaur."
Location: Apartment 810
Characters: Flora, Lestat, and fraaands. Tag yourselves!
Summary: After feeling better than she has in quite some time, she's back in Exsilium, and it's not agreeing with her.
Warnings: None. Well, Lestat'll be around, if that counts.
[ooc: despite the format of the post, i don't really care about tag style, so do whatever you're comfortable with, I'll shift to match. :3b]
On the twenty fourth, Flora did her best to have fun, even though she knew what she'd be going back to the next day. All the more reason to savour every last moment of it to the best of her ability, and she did, even while that lurked in the back of her mind. Late into the day, she made sure to stay near Lancelot and absolutely away from everyone else. Pain had been nothing new for her, honestly, you couldn't be a Guardian Fairy without experiencing it reasonably often (whatever counted as reasonably), but that was in the heat of battle, that was with adrenaline and grit. This was different. It wasn't just pain, either, it was insanity and sickness and sadness. She'd face it, she had no choice, but until it happened, it was waiting for an axe to drop. And waiting, and waiting, and waiting....
Finally, and yet all too soon, they got back.
She couldn't breathe at first, and by the time she could, it was a poisonous effort. The world felt slow and sluggish with the decay, the twisted life and the lack of it, and she moved in much the same way, dazed and swaying. On its heels were the screams like lightning, striking her mind over and over and over. She cried for the world, and the world did through her. It was all the same.
It was too much for her mind to take all at once, and she blacked out. She slept.
It was not sound or restful.
Still, she woke, eventually, awkwardly sitting up in her bed (when did she get here?) and rubbing her forehead.
"A-are we still...at the beach, because my head feels like it was trampled by a dinosaur."
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"Suit yourself." Another sip. He can tell the poor thing is getting annoyed. "How much longer are you going to be in bed? It's late enough for me to me to be awake."
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The bit of news throws her off-kilter, and she stares at him with open surprise. "W-what? Have I been out that long?" Immediately, she checks her bedside clock, and that is definitely PM, not AM. Even as she expected it, that was incredibly alarming.
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"Are you at least feeling better after all of that?"
THE MOST LATE THING, I'M SORRY, I AM ON HIATUS. ;A;
"I'm a little surprised by the concern, I have to say."
/patpat
"Is it that difficult to believe that I'm curious? You were fine, a while ago. Now all of a sudden, you're ill, and yet you haven't gone to the infirmary."
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"Anyway, I'm not sure it's something they can fix, at the clinic." Unless there was someone who could literally give her energy back.
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"What is it? A curse? Magic?"