Lying still in her little light
Who; godlessblossom and doesnotbrood
What; Misaki returns after what feels like months
Where; Strife Delivery
When; Monday the 23rd, Evening
Rating; PG-13, maybe R for talk of torture
Status; In Progress
It happened so suddenly. One moment she had been sleeping, curled in on herself, her mind detached and lost. The next moment she felt something, someone’s, presence nearby, someone with very real human emotions. Life. There was life, company, and she could hear vague movements from... downstairs? There had been no downstairs where she had been.
It did not make sense. Misaki forced her eyelids apart to scan a room she had not seen in months, the legs of a table she had placed there herself. Tears welled up in her eyes as she sat up, her head turning stiffly, her muscles tight from so little use these last few months. Once, twice, three times she tried to stand up only to have her legs give out. She could do this. She knew she could. Her powers were lashing out to sense the emotions nearby in the Underworld. She was back. She was back?
Please be real. She sent the prayer out and sought out the emotions coming from the person downstairs. After months of solitude she ached for company. To see a friendly face, not one who meant her harm. One more try and she was able to stand up, her hands gripping onto the table to help her stand. It seemed an eternity to make it downstairs, her muscles protesting at the exercise, and called out, her voice raspy from disuse.
“Help.”
Then her legs gave out once more and she rested her head against the nearby wall.
"Please."
What; Misaki returns after what feels like months
Where; Strife Delivery
When; Monday the 23rd, Evening
Rating; PG-13, maybe R for talk of torture
Status; In Progress
It happened so suddenly. One moment she had been sleeping, curled in on herself, her mind detached and lost. The next moment she felt something, someone’s, presence nearby, someone with very real human emotions. Life. There was life, company, and she could hear vague movements from... downstairs? There had been no downstairs where she had been.
It did not make sense. Misaki forced her eyelids apart to scan a room she had not seen in months, the legs of a table she had placed there herself. Tears welled up in her eyes as she sat up, her head turning stiffly, her muscles tight from so little use these last few months. Once, twice, three times she tried to stand up only to have her legs give out. She could do this. She knew she could. Her powers were lashing out to sense the emotions nearby in the Underworld. She was back. She was back?
Please be real. She sent the prayer out and sought out the emotions coming from the person downstairs. After months of solitude she ached for company. To see a friendly face, not one who meant her harm. One more try and she was able to stand up, her hands gripping onto the table to help her stand. It seemed an eternity to make it downstairs, her muscles protesting at the exercise, and called out, her voice raspy from disuse.
“Help.”
Then her legs gave out once more and she rested her head against the nearby wall.
"Please."