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Who: Angelica Einstellsehn, Giovanni.
What: Mother's come home for you.
Where: Abandoned home near the dock.
When: Dawn, after this.
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It hurt her. It hurt her deeply to be here.
After so many years of her own rule -- so like a god, in her Underground, her own world, her own children -- to be snatched up and dropped into such a situation as this? It wore on her sense of control. It didn't help that there seemed to be no immediate answers, either. It was like a dream that she had come into, as much of a lack of clarity or control a dream possessed, though it all went on in one own's mind. A dream of a house that she was in, that she was standing next to the window in. With scars of cracked blue paint and the sea lapping gently on the shoreline.
But she it couldn't be her own dream. Her dreams were full of black and red, snarls that overcame her and forced her to her knees. Dreams of bones in the rivers and smoke staining the sky. This was a dream she'd been taken into.
Ah, karma, perhaps. So like the children she'd stolen away with and woken to a strange land, she was at the moment.
But she was a monster to begin with (unlike them).
The woman sighed, dipped her beautiful face into a gloved hand. Not her own -- she'd come here wearing only a nightdress, and had to strip clothing from the racks of abandoned stores. A white dress and a long, dark coat -- velvet gloves, as if she was a queen. As if she had no use for her hands -- no bodies for them to dive into. But they gave her some warmth, as she stood in the kitchen on broken tiles, a coffee machine brewing quietly beside her. The comforts of home....
She'd be comforted when her boy was here. "Gi - o - vanni," Angelica sang to the chipped wooden table she turned to sit at. She'd be comforted with that much alone.