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insomnis_veritas2012-11-30 12:20 am
repeatingfate) wrote in insomnis_veritas2012-11-30 12:20 am
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sea of worlds.
[ She had been in the library. That is what she remembers last. In the library, talking to Will and petting Diana. And then--
Nothing.
An abyss of absolute nothing. Dark and shine in tandem, and if she thinks about it, it's almost like....
Almost like a sea. A sea of worlds she knows too well.
A "reset" back to "start."
Emotions pummel her, and her mind blanks to nothing. Yes, she knows this... but something is different. There's no connection to her surroundings, even as the lowest participant. It's as if she's been reduced to an observer, and she doesn't know what that means.
She doesn't know what's going on at all. ]
Nothing.
An abyss of absolute nothing. Dark and shine in tandem, and if she thinks about it, it's almost like....
Almost like a sea. A sea of worlds she knows too well.
A "reset" back to "start."
Emotions pummel her, and her mind blanks to nothing. Yes, she knows this... but something is different. There's no connection to her surroundings, even as the lowest participant. It's as if she's been reduced to an observer, and she doesn't know what that means.
She doesn't know what's going on at all. ]
no subject
She stays quiet for a while, simply observing the glow of the fragments drifting by. The sea has no physical properties, yet it feels like she just walked out of a prison door into the clear-lit air outside for the first time in a century. Of course, her enforced stay on that world with its suffocating Mist hadn't been that long, but... a cage is a cage to one accustomed to going and leaving when she pleased.
And that thought had barely taken form — when Bernkastel realizes she isn't alone. Something — no, someone — else is here.
Her breath hisses through gritted teeth when she spots it. Her. That discordant presence who shines far too brightly in this darkness. Bernkastel stares into that face which is too much like her own, and she feels the earlier calm shatter underneath the weight of anger and too many memories. ]
... Still here? For someone who claims to despise me, you seem very determined to follow me around.
[ after those months in Anatole, the instinct to flee has almost vanished. But when Bernkastel feels her nails digging into her palms, she knows it's not completely gone.
Just disappear. Just drown. ]