What keeps you up at night?
She doesn't sleep anymore.
She doesn't cry, doesn't touch, doesn't feel, doesn't love. At least that is what he tells her whenever she speaks to him in whispers that only he can hear. He says she doesn't exist, or worse, that she is merely a figment of his increasingly loss of sanity. She wonders, then, how she can touch his hand as he sleeps, stirring ever so slightly and murmuring words she can't quite make out. She shudders at the feel of the cold hardwood floors against her bare feet as she moves throughout the apartment, trapped between worlds and lost. So lost.
She doesn't sleep because it is too much like death.
She's died so many times in so many forms that she should be used to it by now, all these years later. It began, of course, with the most pleasurable one -- "le petit mort", back from her first meeting with her future husband. The noose, once her false sin was revealed and he effectively killed her spirit. The executioner, along with the Musketeers, ready to condemn her and murder her once and for all. Her jump, plummeting to the ocean's floor. Far too many times, and each one involved her supposed beloved.
Olivier. Athos. The man who blessed with immortal life while she is cursed with immortal death.
She doesn't sleep for fear of losing her one touch with reality. She can't sleep. If she did, the woman known as Charlotte Sabine would truly vanish and become a ghost.
Muse : Milady de Winter
Fandom : Misc. Books/"The Three Musketeers"
Word Count : 253
OOC Note : This prompt response is taken from RP, not canon.
She doesn't cry, doesn't touch, doesn't feel, doesn't love. At least that is what he tells her whenever she speaks to him in whispers that only he can hear. He says she doesn't exist, or worse, that she is merely a figment of his increasingly loss of sanity. She wonders, then, how she can touch his hand as he sleeps, stirring ever so slightly and murmuring words she can't quite make out. She shudders at the feel of the cold hardwood floors against her bare feet as she moves throughout the apartment, trapped between worlds and lost. So lost.
She doesn't sleep because it is too much like death.
She's died so many times in so many forms that she should be used to it by now, all these years later. It began, of course, with the most pleasurable one -- "le petit mort", back from her first meeting with her future husband. The noose, once her false sin was revealed and he effectively killed her spirit. The executioner, along with the Musketeers, ready to condemn her and murder her once and for all. Her jump, plummeting to the ocean's floor. Far too many times, and each one involved her supposed beloved.
Olivier. Athos. The man who blessed with immortal life while she is cursed with immortal death.
She doesn't sleep for fear of losing her one touch with reality. She can't sleep. If she did, the woman known as Charlotte Sabine would truly vanish and become a ghost.
Muse : Milady de Winter
Fandom : Misc. Books/"The Three Musketeers"
Word Count : 253
OOC Note : This prompt response is taken from RP, not canon.