[open/incomplete]
Characters: Echo, Open
Date/Time: 12/26, early morning
Location: Staircase leading from the second floor to the first
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Delusional, sick nymph
Summary: Echo's sick and tired, but determined.
Body aches. Fatigue. Fever. Headache. Sore throat. Echo, to put it bluntly, felt wretched.
Here she was, trapped in some weird house with mostly strangers, having crazy dreams that felt more real than dreams should, and she was the sickest she could ever remember being in all her adult life. She knew that it was the infirmity Theodore had said would come from their meeting, she just really wished that it could have chosen a better time to manifest itself. She held no animosity towards him for this; he had done her a favor and made sure she was aware of the risks which she accepted gladly and would again if the chance arose; she just hated being weak and helpless.
While she knew that logically she should be sleeping, she was a stubborn nymph and was in no mood to deal with another round of dreams of her rejection and death thanks to Narcissus. It was bad enough that in reality she had to ask someone to take her first kiss and her virginity, but being rejected in her dreams as well was just a little too much. She would rather try to find herself something to drink so she didn't dehydrate, and work towards finding a way home. Or to a hospital.
Having just spent about ten minutes simply standing up, the flimsy blanket wrapped around herself to hide the fact that her shirt barely skimmed her mid-thigh, Echo was aware than any progress finding the kitchen to get water would be slow-going. It was worth the effort though, she couldn't expect someone else to take care of her. Using anything she could hold onto, she shuffled her way out of the bedroom where she had taken up residence and made her move towards the stairs. After finally making it down two stairs, she had to stop and rest. This was turning out to be harder than she had originally thought.
Date/Time: 12/26, early morning
Location: Staircase leading from the second floor to the first
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Delusional, sick nymph
Summary: Echo's sick and tired, but determined.
Body aches. Fatigue. Fever. Headache. Sore throat. Echo, to put it bluntly, felt wretched.
Here she was, trapped in some weird house with mostly strangers, having crazy dreams that felt more real than dreams should, and she was the sickest she could ever remember being in all her adult life. She knew that it was the infirmity Theodore had said would come from their meeting, she just really wished that it could have chosen a better time to manifest itself. She held no animosity towards him for this; he had done her a favor and made sure she was aware of the risks which she accepted gladly and would again if the chance arose; she just hated being weak and helpless.
While she knew that logically she should be sleeping, she was a stubborn nymph and was in no mood to deal with another round of dreams of her rejection and death thanks to Narcissus. It was bad enough that in reality she had to ask someone to take her first kiss and her virginity, but being rejected in her dreams as well was just a little too much. She would rather try to find herself something to drink so she didn't dehydrate, and work towards finding a way home. Or to a hospital.
Having just spent about ten minutes simply standing up, the flimsy blanket wrapped around herself to hide the fact that her shirt barely skimmed her mid-thigh, Echo was aware than any progress finding the kitchen to get water would be slow-going. It was worth the effort though, she couldn't expect someone else to take care of her. Using anything she could hold onto, she shuffled her way out of the bedroom where she had taken up residence and made her move towards the stairs. After finally making it down two stairs, she had to stop and rest. This was turning out to be harder than she had originally thought.