Night 49: Home World - Assassins' Guild
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Just as with the last two times, the intense feeling of vertigo hit as space warped around the door and led the two somewhere they hadn't intended to go (or perhaps not. To be fair, 'out of the refrigerator' had been the entirety of the assassin's intentions). The more it happened, the worst the feeling became, twisting his insides with sickness and though he wasn't going to succumb to them, it wasn't a pleasant experience. Venom pulled his hands up to his head, fingers worming under hair to cradle what was now spinning. He didn't like this.
Unlike the last two times however, something was missing - something that had been just barely on his mind before, just in the background of their search, but now the silence caused by its departure was almost deafening.
The storm outside had stopped.
He pulled his hands from his face, twisting back to look through the window he knew was there. There were no signs of rain, only bright moonlight flooding over the forest and through the glass, leaving lines of shadows across the two of them and the red carpet floor. There were no lights on to off-set it either, the small lamp on the desk to his side having been shut off and untouched, the book underneath it neglected as well. The sight of it all shook something inside of him (and he didn't know what it was. Fear...? No, that wasn't it, not entirely), making his throat dry and head more dizzy than it had been before.
He had to sit down. This was crazy. He was crazy, he was going insane. It was a good thing he knew where the bed was, still where it always was with its, large, soft red sheets that were never thick enough to keep the nightmares away. He wanted to fall into it, to pull the blankets over his head and fall asleep, so that when he woke up this had all just been a bad dream.
His feet faltered before he could do that, hand gripping onto the bedpost because he suddenly felt like he couldn't hold himself up right now. "We're not in Landel's anymore."
Just as with the last two times, the intense feeling of vertigo hit as space warped around the door and led the two somewhere they hadn't intended to go (or perhaps not. To be fair, 'out of the refrigerator' had been the entirety of the assassin's intentions). The more it happened, the worst the feeling became, twisting his insides with sickness and though he wasn't going to succumb to them, it wasn't a pleasant experience. Venom pulled his hands up to his head, fingers worming under hair to cradle what was now spinning. He didn't like this.
Unlike the last two times however, something was missing - something that had been just barely on his mind before, just in the background of their search, but now the silence caused by its departure was almost deafening.
The storm outside had stopped.
He pulled his hands from his face, twisting back to look through the window he knew was there. There were no signs of rain, only bright moonlight flooding over the forest and through the glass, leaving lines of shadows across the two of them and the red carpet floor. There were no lights on to off-set it either, the small lamp on the desk to his side having been shut off and untouched, the book underneath it neglected as well. The sight of it all shook something inside of him (and he didn't know what it was. Fear...? No, that wasn't it, not entirely), making his throat dry and head more dizzy than it had been before.
He had to sit down. This was crazy. He was crazy, he was going insane. It was a good thing he knew where the bed was, still where it always was with its, large, soft red sheets that were never thick enough to keep the nightmares away. He wanted to fall into it, to pull the blankets over his head and fall asleep, so that when he woke up this had all just been a bad dream.
His feet faltered before he could do that, hand gripping onto the bedpost because he suddenly felt like he couldn't hold himself up right now. "We're not in Landel's anymore."