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Who: yetsleeping and clawofsin
Where: Priscilla's bedroom in the HQ
When: Middle of the Night, Sunday/Monday
Format: Action
What: Priscilla nearly got herself killed giving Senji her Kiss of Life. :* Now she's back at home and waking up, with company.
Warnings: IDK, Senji?
[In her dream, she's floating in a river, and the river is made of blood and the shores are made of bone, and the sun talks to her in voices she remembers from another life. One is her sister - she remembers that, vaguely. And then, a brother? She can hear them whispering at her while she drifts in a body that isn't hers anymore. If it ever was.]
[In her dream, she doesn't feel her fingers, or her toes. And she's tired. So tired, she can't move.]
[So tired it's like there's a void beneath her, yawning and gaping and trying to grab her feet, trying to pull her down. ]
[So tired she has to wake up.]
Mrmm.
[She hears her own voice, and that's what brings her back - past the broken bone shore and the glassfields and the talking sun. She stretches toward the sky with limbs she doesn't have, and there's a burning in her head, in the center of her forehead like something is trying to come out of hers. She whispers, Don't. She whispers it away.]
[And somewhere beyond the black behind the sun, she almost feels like she's not al-]
[--Priscilla crushes the edge of her nightstand before she realizes she's awake. Now there's splinters in her palm, and the little figurine of that chicken leaning against the back of her hand, and she knows all this before she opens her eyes, because she knows her room, and where she is.]
[And somehow she knows, before she opens her eyes, who she'll see when she does.]
...Senji?
Where: Priscilla's bedroom in the HQ
When: Middle of the Night, Sunday/Monday
Format: Action
What: Priscilla nearly got herself killed giving Senji her Kiss of Life. :* Now she's back at home and waking up, with company.
Warnings: IDK, Senji?
[In her dream, she's floating in a river, and the river is made of blood and the shores are made of bone, and the sun talks to her in voices she remembers from another life. One is her sister - she remembers that, vaguely. And then, a brother? She can hear them whispering at her while she drifts in a body that isn't hers anymore. If it ever was.]
[In her dream, she doesn't feel her fingers, or her toes. And she's tired. So tired, she can't move.]
[So tired it's like there's a void beneath her, yawning and gaping and trying to grab her feet, trying to pull her down. ]
[So tired she has to wake up.]
Mrmm.
[She hears her own voice, and that's what brings her back - past the broken bone shore and the glassfields and the talking sun. She stretches toward the sky with limbs she doesn't have, and there's a burning in her head, in the center of her forehead like something is trying to come out of hers. She whispers, Don't. She whispers it away.]
[And somewhere beyond the black behind the sun, she almost feels like she's not al-]
[--Priscilla crushes the edge of her nightstand before she realizes she's awake. Now there's splinters in her palm, and the little figurine of that chicken leaning against the back of her hand, and she knows all this before she opens her eyes, because she knows her room, and where she is.]
[And somehow she knows, before she opens her eyes, who she'll see when she does.]
...Senji?