Watching as my world falls down
I've been sitting in this misunderstood wasteland, called a desert on and off for the weeks following the large gathering in Tennesse, as I try and put things back together in a semblence of something I can recognize. The words that Samantha said, left me with an ache where my feelings left me in the end, "His childe died in the eathquake, it's not me." This was followed by Jessica trying to prove something through the connection between me and Samantha, by sucker punching me, to which Sam's response was,"Doesn't mean anything." In this I almost lost control, I couldn't understand the emotions that were welling up inside me, and Aspasia would ask,"Are you a man or a beast?"
I spent most of the rest of the gather, wandering as I couldn't find family, though I may not have been overly ready to deal with them, and the Carthians were off doing their own thing, I was more of a ghost in the society surrounded by kindred but barely seen or noticed. I felt alone in a sea of bodies, though I also felt the effects of my time on the road, I felt crowded, and my feelings were numbed as my mind and soul tried to recover from the first night. I heard that Brooke left the Movement, but it would be some time until I knew for sure, I felt fear from Samantha but could not see what it was from, I had to Calm down Molly of the Blackberries, and felt one of my allies turn on me, as she thought things were wrong between us. There was talk of the battles between the Carthians and the Lancea Sanctum, much to my later amusement, someone decided to put me in the group around Aspasia,.
The wake for Hisa, had me attempt to calm situations, without force, though Force would have been more satisfying, I could from time to time see Charlotte and Samantha, but they didn't see me, I was ghosting near Brooke and Tanner.
I am trying to sort through things, now I feel flashes of their feelings, as I stay on the edge of their city, but I am unsure how to speak with Samantha again, I don't know if she wants me to, she feels another is her father, while I am just a ghost.
I spent most of the rest of the gather, wandering as I couldn't find family, though I may not have been overly ready to deal with them, and the Carthians were off doing their own thing, I was more of a ghost in the society surrounded by kindred but barely seen or noticed. I felt alone in a sea of bodies, though I also felt the effects of my time on the road, I felt crowded, and my feelings were numbed as my mind and soul tried to recover from the first night. I heard that Brooke left the Movement, but it would be some time until I knew for sure, I felt fear from Samantha but could not see what it was from, I had to Calm down Molly of the Blackberries, and felt one of my allies turn on me, as she thought things were wrong between us. There was talk of the battles between the Carthians and the Lancea Sanctum, much to my later amusement, someone decided to put me in the group around Aspasia,.
The wake for Hisa, had me attempt to calm situations, without force, though Force would have been more satisfying, I could from time to time see Charlotte and Samantha, but they didn't see me, I was ghosting near Brooke and Tanner.
I am trying to sort through things, now I feel flashes of their feelings, as I stay on the edge of their city, but I am unsure how to speak with Samantha again, I don't know if she wants me to, she feels another is her father, while I am just a ghost.