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entrancelogs2014-11-19 01:37 pm
lastquestion) wrote in entrancelogs2014-11-19 01:37 pm
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it's my gradual descent into a life i never meant
Who: The Luidaeg and YOU
Where: The beach (with a bonus thread in the woods for October Daye)
When: The 19th-21st
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: The Luidaeg's hallucinating and that's a terrible thing for everyone, especially her.
Warnings: Will contain mention/description of animal cruelty. Also violence. You will probably get into a bloody fight.
The Story:
November 19th (OTA)
She wakes up cold.
This is strange to her, because she's never really acknowledged the cold much- her mother's domain saw to that. The last time she felt this cold was when she was attacked- and killed- by her sister. The memory sends chills down her spine and makes her hands shake and she reacts to this with a score of profanity. She throws her blankets off of her, dresses quickly, and storms her way to the beach. If it won't help with the cold, then maybe it'll calm her nerves.
It's just nightmares. The Faerie aren't immune to those, even a Firstborn.
---
The beach doesn't help. If anything, she feels worse- helpless. Like her geas has strengthened its hold on her to wrap around her neck and choke the life out of her. She's about to retreat to her room again when her eyes light on something further down the beach.
She hadn't been there when the merlins herded her children out of the water and slaughtered them. She'd been with the ones who had been spared in their private kingdom-that-wasn't. She had never believed for a moment that the ones who chose to leave her side would ever be harmed, but she saw the bloody aftermath. And now here she is, watching it.
Their faces are obscured, but somehow that doesn't matter to her. What they look like is of little consequence to what they're doing- grabbing her babies by their necks, stabbing the iron into them and watching their seaglass eyes go dark, and then skinning them right there on the beach.
Could they not see her? Did they have any idea that their mother was right here? No, of course not. They were selfish and cruel and petty and they didn't care so long as they had their prize. The Luidaeg grit her teeth, eyes turning white. They've harmed that which is hers. For that, she can punish them.
It's a howling, inhuman fury that greets the empty beach as she tears her way through a dozen invisible humans, slicing at her with iron as they try to flee in panicked waves. It hurts, but it won't kill her. They need silver too and they were never told of silver.
To a casual observer, she's just a woman possessed, fighting nothing on the beach, but there's more to it than that- her white eyes, her fingers that are currently talons, her teeth that seem too sharp to be human. Her illusions are slipping, which is dangerous, especially right now, but she can't bring herself to care.
There won't be anyone left alive to remember this.
November 21 (FOR OCTOBER DAYE)
The Luidaeg is hiding in the woods, covered in blood (a great deal of this is her own- the unfortunate problem of going all Fight Club on a bunch of merlins who don't exist), her breath coming in ragged gasps. She has experienced a great deal of things in her life, but somehow she can't rationalize this. Logically, she should be able to know that someone is fucking with her and that she needs to tamp down on the illusions and find the source and rip their heart out and eat it for the insult, but she can't. It's real to her. Every bit of it. And it's growing worse by the day.
She's only in the woods, because she thought her brother's Ride was chasing her and she couldn't remember how to talk him down, only knew the fear that every child of Faerie associates with the Ride and only recalled the fact that she sent Toby to kill him and that he's likely angry with her for the betrayal. Nothing makes sense. She's running through a mist and she can't remember that mists are hers, like the marsh and the fen and the sea.
She grabs her head and, for lack of anything else, even knowing it might bring the Ride and the men with their iron and their silver and their fire and everything else that's ever hunted or or she's betrayed down on her, she screams, a horrible pained shriek of despair.
Where: The beach (with a bonus thread in the woods for October Daye)
When: The 19th-21st
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: The Luidaeg's hallucinating and that's a terrible thing for everyone, especially her.
Warnings: Will contain mention/description of animal cruelty. Also violence. You will probably get into a bloody fight.
The Story:
November 19th (OTA)
She wakes up cold.
This is strange to her, because she's never really acknowledged the cold much- her mother's domain saw to that. The last time she felt this cold was when she was attacked- and killed- by her sister. The memory sends chills down her spine and makes her hands shake and she reacts to this with a score of profanity. She throws her blankets off of her, dresses quickly, and storms her way to the beach. If it won't help with the cold, then maybe it'll calm her nerves.
It's just nightmares. The Faerie aren't immune to those, even a Firstborn.
---
The beach doesn't help. If anything, she feels worse- helpless. Like her geas has strengthened its hold on her to wrap around her neck and choke the life out of her. She's about to retreat to her room again when her eyes light on something further down the beach.
She hadn't been there when the merlins herded her children out of the water and slaughtered them. She'd been with the ones who had been spared in their private kingdom-that-wasn't. She had never believed for a moment that the ones who chose to leave her side would ever be harmed, but she saw the bloody aftermath. And now here she is, watching it.
Their faces are obscured, but somehow that doesn't matter to her. What they look like is of little consequence to what they're doing- grabbing her babies by their necks, stabbing the iron into them and watching their seaglass eyes go dark, and then skinning them right there on the beach.
Could they not see her? Did they have any idea that their mother was right here? No, of course not. They were selfish and cruel and petty and they didn't care so long as they had their prize. The Luidaeg grit her teeth, eyes turning white. They've harmed that which is hers. For that, she can punish them.
It's a howling, inhuman fury that greets the empty beach as she tears her way through a dozen invisible humans, slicing at her with iron as they try to flee in panicked waves. It hurts, but it won't kill her. They need silver too and they were never told of silver.
To a casual observer, she's just a woman possessed, fighting nothing on the beach, but there's more to it than that- her white eyes, her fingers that are currently talons, her teeth that seem too sharp to be human. Her illusions are slipping, which is dangerous, especially right now, but she can't bring herself to care.
There won't be anyone left alive to remember this.
November 21 (FOR OCTOBER DAYE)
The Luidaeg is hiding in the woods, covered in blood (a great deal of this is her own- the unfortunate problem of going all Fight Club on a bunch of merlins who don't exist), her breath coming in ragged gasps. She has experienced a great deal of things in her life, but somehow she can't rationalize this. Logically, she should be able to know that someone is fucking with her and that she needs to tamp down on the illusions and find the source and rip their heart out and eat it for the insult, but she can't. It's real to her. Every bit of it. And it's growing worse by the day.
She's only in the woods, because she thought her brother's Ride was chasing her and she couldn't remember how to talk him down, only knew the fear that every child of Faerie associates with the Ride and only recalled the fact that she sent Toby to kill him and that he's likely angry with her for the betrayal. Nothing makes sense. She's running through a mist and she can't remember that mists are hers, like the marsh and the fen and the sea.
She grabs her head and, for lack of anything else, even knowing it might bring the Ride and the men with their iron and their silver and their fire and everything else that's ever hunted or or she's betrayed down on her, she screams, a horrible pained shriek of despair.