sound and fury, signifying nothing [complete/closed]
Characters: Luxa, Mello
Setting: Entrance hall, probably moving
Time: Early in Day 19
Summary: Luxa falls into the Dollsyhouse. Suddenly, sunlight! Luxa Does Not Want and hides under a table. A wild Mello appears.
Warnings: "OW MY EYES." Also, fail description of being sun-blinded. Otherwise none?
She awoke lying on a floor, strangely smooth and cooler than many of the floors of Regalia. Her head ached, as if she had decided to use it as the ball in one of the flier games, and though her eyes were closed, her vision was strangely... red. Instead of blackness she saw ornate, twisting pulses of red - blood, she realized. The blood of her eyelids. Had she ever seen such a thing before? Why was she seeing it now?
The floor was comfortable, but there was something about the veins of her eyelids - she shouldn't be seeing those veins if she were in the Underland. It was too dark there, and she surely hadn't ever seen this before.
So, as her first mistake committed in the house, Luxa opened her eyes.
The light struck her eyes full force, and she hissed - a pained, animal noise that couldn't begin to cover how much this hurt. Instinctively she jerked to the side, covering her watering eyes with her hands, but the damage was done. Her skin, too, burned horribly as it touched the floor, and Luxa twisted sharply, emitting another strangled noise. "Agh...!"
The golden circlet fell from her head and onto the floor, unheeded as Luxa scrabbled to get a hold on herself. Her eyes were tearing even more fiercely now, and the salt stung her eyes even as the light's burn began to fade away. For the moment unmindful of where she was or how she could have gotten there, she stumbled to her feet, arms out in front of her as if she were blind - which she was, nearly; when she opened her eyes as briefly as possible to catch a glimpse of where she was, her vision was obscured with a blur of greeny-black.
Her hands came upon a low wooden object, and she felt downwards until she came upon the legs. A table. Shelter, however small, against the light. No light meant no pain.
Quickly, clumsily, Luxa clambered under the table and curled up against the wall. Her skin burned with every touch against it, like being seared with a hot sword, and her eyes - "Ohhh..."
This couldn't be the Underland. No light in the Underland was this bright, or this cruel. Whatever this place was, it seemed to mean her nothing but harm.
Setting: Entrance hall, probably moving
Time: Early in Day 19
Summary: Luxa falls into the Dollsyhouse. Suddenly, sunlight! Luxa Does Not Want and hides under a table. A wild Mello appears.
Warnings: "OW MY EYES." Also, fail description of being sun-blinded. Otherwise none?
She awoke lying on a floor, strangely smooth and cooler than many of the floors of Regalia. Her head ached, as if she had decided to use it as the ball in one of the flier games, and though her eyes were closed, her vision was strangely... red. Instead of blackness she saw ornate, twisting pulses of red - blood, she realized. The blood of her eyelids. Had she ever seen such a thing before? Why was she seeing it now?
The floor was comfortable, but there was something about the veins of her eyelids - she shouldn't be seeing those veins if she were in the Underland. It was too dark there, and she surely hadn't ever seen this before.
So, as her first mistake committed in the house, Luxa opened her eyes.
The light struck her eyes full force, and she hissed - a pained, animal noise that couldn't begin to cover how much this hurt. Instinctively she jerked to the side, covering her watering eyes with her hands, but the damage was done. Her skin, too, burned horribly as it touched the floor, and Luxa twisted sharply, emitting another strangled noise. "Agh...!"
The golden circlet fell from her head and onto the floor, unheeded as Luxa scrabbled to get a hold on herself. Her eyes were tearing even more fiercely now, and the salt stung her eyes even as the light's burn began to fade away. For the moment unmindful of where she was or how she could have gotten there, she stumbled to her feet, arms out in front of her as if she were blind - which she was, nearly; when she opened her eyes as briefly as possible to catch a glimpse of where she was, her vision was obscured with a blur of greeny-black.
Her hands came upon a low wooden object, and she felt downwards until she came upon the legs. A table. Shelter, however small, against the light. No light meant no pain.
Quickly, clumsily, Luxa clambered under the table and curled up against the wall. Her skin burned with every touch against it, like being seared with a hot sword, and her eyes - "Ohhh..."
This couldn't be the Underland. No light in the Underland was this bright, or this cruel. Whatever this place was, it seemed to mean her nothing but harm.