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entrancelogs2014-10-30 12:41 pm
lifeskills) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-30 12:41 pm
a tingling long-lost sense of pleasure often came across me
Who: Victor Frankenstein (lifeskills) and Vanessa Ives (anotherdid).
Where: Outside on the grounds.
When: Oct. 30th.
Rating: PG-13, maybe?
Summary: They'd thought the worst with Mina had been over. Then Mr. Mad Scientist and Ms. Demon Possessed find themselves in another mess.
The Story:
[When is the last time Victor had smelled fresh flowers in place of chemical compounds? He can't rightly say.
At first his mind, normally so quick to see connections where others see none, can't process the fact that one minute ago he'd been walking in the shadows of London. Here, the sunlight is warm, beaming down on the vibrant blues of fountain water and the luscious greens of a field. And there are flowers... flowers in every conceivable color. Flowers everywhere. A garden? His mind is able to supply that much.
Uneasy, Victor frowns, marring his face with shadows that don't seem to belong in this sunny place.
The garden offers a light, pleasing aroma, so at odds with just about every facet of the city he's come to call home that it alone would be enough to alert him that something is amiss. Something extraordinary. He's reminded of his childhood home for a split second, of hours spent walking through flowers, Bradshaw batting them over with his great wagging tail. A reverie born from some dusty corner of his mind.
The moment fades as swiftly as it comes on. This is not home, whether then or now, or anywhere he remembers visiting.
So then, where? Where indeed.]
lifeskills) and Vanessa Ives (anotherdid).Where: Outside on the grounds.
When: Oct. 30th.
Rating: PG-13, maybe?
Summary: They'd thought the worst with Mina had been over. Then Mr. Mad Scientist and Ms. Demon Possessed find themselves in another mess.
The Story:
[When is the last time Victor had smelled fresh flowers in place of chemical compounds? He can't rightly say.
At first his mind, normally so quick to see connections where others see none, can't process the fact that one minute ago he'd been walking in the shadows of London. Here, the sunlight is warm, beaming down on the vibrant blues of fountain water and the luscious greens of a field. And there are flowers... flowers in every conceivable color. Flowers everywhere. A garden? His mind is able to supply that much.
Uneasy, Victor frowns, marring his face with shadows that don't seem to belong in this sunny place.
The garden offers a light, pleasing aroma, so at odds with just about every facet of the city he's come to call home that it alone would be enough to alert him that something is amiss. Something extraordinary. He's reminded of his childhood home for a split second, of hours spent walking through flowers, Bradshaw batting them over with his great wagging tail. A reverie born from some dusty corner of his mind.
The moment fades as swiftly as it comes on. This is not home, whether then or now, or anywhere he remembers visiting.
So then, where? Where indeed.]