entrancelogs | (no subject)

Who ||

notfabala
Where || Her room
When || Sometime after her private post.
Rating || PG
Summary || She's at her wits end.

She signed off her computer and stared at the blank screen. She ran a bony hand through her hair. As she pulled her hand away, quite a few strands of hair remained entwined in between her fingers. Shaking her head, she grimaced.

Great... Losing my hair. Wonderful. She thought to herself as she rubbed her hands together, clumping the hair into a ball. Tossing it into the waste bin, she sighed. The past several months here have done nothing for her. She wondered if there would ever be any sort of release from this place. The people she thought would prove to be a friend, obviously were not.

"I should have never let her in..." she mumbled to herself, shaking her head. She stared up at the ceiling and sighed.

She couldn't help but to think of how Celine had changed, how people disappeared, and how she, herself has changed. "What do you want from us?" she mumbled, closing her eyes. She felt her heart beat quicken. Something wasn't right, something like always, was wrong. "Horrors..." she murmured to herself, much like she would as a child. With all that was going on, it wouldn't be that far from the truth. Only question was, what exactly was in store for the residents here.

Unable to keep her mind at rest, she decided to go to the library. Maybe something there would ease her worries. As often as she searched for the grimmerie, she knew it wasn't in there. She never did look for any other sort of magic book. Elphie couldn't even begin to scour the shelves for anything of importance. If there was something worth reading, she'd surely missed it. Instead, she picked up some pink frilly book, with a man and a woman on the cover, entwined.

Skimming the pages, she viewed the few pictures inside. Legs mingled between and above, arms embracing, and bodies pressing close. Elphie smirked as she remembered the evening she and Luxord spent in the empty room. She turned the page and a grin spread across her face. Turning the page corner down, she marked that page for some experimentation later on.

Closing the book, Elphie stood and left the library. With book in hand, she went back to her room. The halls were abnormally quiet, even if it was midnight. Usually there were people chattering, running around and doing who knows what else, like dying.

Inside her room, she looked around. Everything seemed to remind her of him. She seen him in the chair, in the bed, even by the window. She blinked several times and closed her eyes. All though she was quick to admit her feelings to Luxord, she couldn't admit them to herself. As ironic as it sounded, even to her, she wasn't sure if it was love she really felt. Uncertainty clouded her head, the voice of Fiyero still echoed in her dreams. She didn't know if she was just missing a companion and turning to Luxord.

"Do I really love him?" she asked herself, sitting down on her bed.

"I cannot sit by and watch him die over and over again. Its useless to count on anyone here, thats for certain. I cannot understand how members of the same group can turn on each other. If I were to do that when I was still in Oz, I would have been exiled. A traitor, they'd call me." She looked down in her lap and stared at her hands. "Can I even trust him? Is he really who he pretends to be? A heartless man? Are any of them? So many questions, so much has never been answered."

She stood, and went over to her computer. She wondered where the answers would come from. She wondered if they ever would. Xemnas once said that he knew he murderer... She wondered who it was, and why...