Lost...? [ACTIVE/OPEN]
Characters: Lily, Haine, anyone else?
Content: Lily arrives in Manhattan.
Location: Rubble of Greenwich Village.
Time of day: Night.
Warnings: EMO. EMO AND ANGST. Thanks Haine.
This was what death was like? Cold?
Blisteringly cold. It didn't help that she wasn't dressed for the weather - she didn't even have shoes of all things - but somehow, Lily found this strange. This entire... place. She couldn't find the words to describe it, since the rubble and partially ruined buildings were so far out of the scope of everything she knew. There were no bright lights, no clean, white walls. No other people.
No Haine.
The thought of him startled her and she glanced downwards, running a thumb over her abdomen. Not even the tiniest bit of blood was visible, which really scared her, considering the last thing she could remember.
This made absolutely no sense, and it hurt her head to think about it. If Haine were here....
"Haine...." she whimpered, another burst of cold wind forcing her to press against a bent streetlight. If Haine were here he would already be trying to figure everything out. Why she was like this, why the scenery looked so dead, and why the ceiling of this place only had pinpricks for light.
But no. He was back there, and she was... wherever here was. He'd be okay by himself, at least. She knew that. She was absolutely, absolutely positive. But Lily felt a sinking pit in her stomach when she thought about herself. What was she supposed to do now?
Content: Lily arrives in Manhattan.
Location: Rubble of Greenwich Village.
Time of day: Night.
Warnings: EMO. EMO AND ANGST. Thanks Haine.
This was what death was like? Cold?
Blisteringly cold. It didn't help that she wasn't dressed for the weather - she didn't even have shoes of all things - but somehow, Lily found this strange. This entire... place. She couldn't find the words to describe it, since the rubble and partially ruined buildings were so far out of the scope of everything she knew. There were no bright lights, no clean, white walls. No other people.
No Haine.
The thought of him startled her and she glanced downwards, running a thumb over her abdomen. Not even the tiniest bit of blood was visible, which really scared her, considering the last thing she could remember.
This made absolutely no sense, and it hurt her head to think about it. If Haine were here....
"Haine...." she whimpered, another burst of cold wind forcing her to press against a bent streetlight. If Haine were here he would already be trying to figure everything out. Why she was like this, why the scenery looked so dead, and why the ceiling of this place only had pinpricks for light.
But no. He was back there, and she was... wherever here was. He'd be okay by himself, at least. She knew that. She was absolutely, absolutely positive. But Lily felt a sinking pit in her stomach when she thought about herself. What was she supposed to do now?