We all pay the prices [Complete]
Characters: Stella Telmes, Zetsu
Setting: Nursery
Time: Day 008, late afternoon
Summary: Stella runs into Zetsu again and tells him about the Voice.
Warnings: Failop. :|;
Stella still couldn't claim to understand exactly what had happened in the nursery the other night, but in the end it hardly seemed to matter. The fact of the matter was that there had been a young woman in her the previous night and...something had happened, leaving only a shattered lantern behind. A lantern that was now gone, along with the small, blue lanterns that had made themselves known in the grand room some time later. She wasn't worried about that, though, it was that woman...and to an extent, Shilo as well, who had been present at the time of the incident. Someone her age shouldn't have this weighing on her shoulders.
She let out a soft sigh as she inspected the nursery. It felt too quiet, too empty without a baby--a beautiful little girl, if the color scheme was anything to go off of--in the crib or a mother to fill the rocking chair. She gingerly picked up one of the plushes, an adorable baby rabbit, giving it brief inspection before putting it down with a sigh as she continued to regret what a failure her attempts at getting the door open had been. By all means it should have been a simple task and yet...
Setting: Nursery
Time: Day 008, late afternoon
Summary: Stella runs into Zetsu again and tells him about the Voice.
Warnings: Failop. :|;
Stella still couldn't claim to understand exactly what had happened in the nursery the other night, but in the end it hardly seemed to matter. The fact of the matter was that there had been a young woman in her the previous night and...something had happened, leaving only a shattered lantern behind. A lantern that was now gone, along with the small, blue lanterns that had made themselves known in the grand room some time later. She wasn't worried about that, though, it was that woman...and to an extent, Shilo as well, who had been present at the time of the incident. Someone her age shouldn't have this weighing on her shoulders.
She let out a soft sigh as she inspected the nursery. It felt too quiet, too empty without a baby--a beautiful little girl, if the color scheme was anything to go off of--in the crib or a mother to fill the rocking chair. She gingerly picked up one of the plushes, an adorable baby rabbit, giving it brief inspection before putting it down with a sigh as she continued to regret what a failure her attempts at getting the door open had been. By all means it should have been a simple task and yet...