IC: Sleep Redux
((Just a little drabble prompted by some late night twitter RP. It was written rather fast, because I wanted to capture more or less what was going on with Vale, who is experiencing some insomnia-induced exhaustion after finding out that Gale is very much alive -well, undead-. =P))
The dead did not sleep, her sister had said.
It seemed that at some point over the weekend she had died, for sleep had all but abandoned her and left her to ponder ghosts and shadows. Of course, she could still hear her heart beating loudly within her ribcage, even over the pounding headache that refused to leave her - so she was safe to assume that she was still one of the living.
Wine sounded rather good right now, and she welcomed the suggestion in spite of the words of wisdom which her mother seemed to have carved into her psyche: “A lady will not turn to alcohol to cure what ails her!”
Yes, well, Valestiel though; a lady would not be living in the barn where her brother had been murdered, that was more fit for a banshee than for a lady.
Once again, she wondered if perhaps she had been dead all along, and Thanuz was the one who was alive. Wouldn’t that be funny? Somehow in the back of her mind the voice of reason told her that this line of questioning led down a very scary path that slipped further and further away from precious sanity, but she was too tired to resist. Extraordinarily, the short conversation in the enchanted tome was more or less the only thing stopping her from allowing the bizarre revelation of the past few hours to fully take over her mind. She was far too tired and her mind was too overwhelmed to allow for rest; but writing had been good, familiar even. It had reminded her that there was normalcy beyond her current worries and fears…
It was just so damn ironic that she found solace in speaking with one of the dead…!
Maybe it was a good thing that the dead did not sleep.
Without further consideration, she put the book down and poured herself a rather generous glass of wine.