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vatheon2012-11-27 06:07 pm
fragmentedlove) wrote in vatheon2012-11-27 06:07 pm
ღ Data Entry #1 ღ
ღWho: Lucrecia Crescent and you my dears!
ღWhere: Town Square
ღWhen: Evening, Tuesday
ღStatus: Open! PS: I don't mind two on one convos because of the curse going around! She hasn't been affected by it so you're safe!
[Dreams.
Dreams carved into her like memories. They were... memories, weren't they? Sharp fragments, long forgotten shards that shifted into place and fused as though they'd never parted -- reflecting out like smooth cut glass, feeling warm only after you'd grasped it in your hand for a time. And so very much had slipped away. Images of the son she'd never once touched, the man she'd never been able to show her love to, the people whose fate had been altered by her own... they are seared into her mind. Branded. Like a wound that will never fully scar over.
Between that war torn terra and the people affected by her sins... she had still struggled to atone long after her body faded away. Even if she begged for forgiveness (and she had) it could never be fully obtained.
Vincent had been the one to bear all of it, shouldering it by himself as though it would crush him -- not daring to even let it past his lips. (Old embers burn there, flickering like dim candlelight against stone and mortar, it's cold but... even nearing them a little can't hurt, can it?) How long had he kept all his feelings locked away like that? She wasn't afraid to admit anything anymore... as long as he survived, as long as he was a whole human being and remembered his love -- then, surely he'd continue on. When they meet again (if they meet again) she assured herself she'd say what she should have said all those years ago without hesitation.
But there's a chill that passes through her. As if being beckoned by the cold her eyes flutter open, unfocused at first as she tries to grasp what it is that's happening... why is she waking up?
I'd only wanted to sleep an eternity... free from the pain. Have I been summoned back to the planet...?
She sits up slowly, hand moving to her chest as she represses a shiver. She's thoroughly drenched, her cheeks flushed, looking less like a statuesque Greek tragedienne and more like a woman who was late for her wedding day in the middle of a rain storm. She looks around herself, seeming less panicked (not as serene as she did while sleeping) than she should, brushing her hands against her SFC and then picking it up to stare at it (looking both surprised and perplexed by it). Then she notices the small welcome package... She reads through it quickly enough. Vatheon...? The more she digests what she's skimmed over the more anxious she becomes. Looking up from the brochure, she folds it and pulls herself to her feet. If she was here... was there also a chance that Vincent was too?]
ღWhere: Town Square
ღWhen: Evening, Tuesday
ღStatus: Open! PS: I don't mind two on one convos because of the curse going around! She hasn't been affected by it so you're safe!
[Dreams.
Dreams carved into her like memories. They were... memories, weren't they? Sharp fragments, long forgotten shards that shifted into place and fused as though they'd never parted -- reflecting out like smooth cut glass, feeling warm only after you'd grasped it in your hand for a time. And so very much had slipped away. Images of the son she'd never once touched, the man she'd never been able to show her love to, the people whose fate had been altered by her own... they are seared into her mind. Branded. Like a wound that will never fully scar over.
Between that war torn terra and the people affected by her sins... she had still struggled to atone long after her body faded away. Even if she begged for forgiveness (and she had) it could never be fully obtained.
Vincent had been the one to bear all of it, shouldering it by himself as though it would crush him -- not daring to even let it past his lips. (Old embers burn there, flickering like dim candlelight against stone and mortar, it's cold but... even nearing them a little can't hurt, can it?) How long had he kept all his feelings locked away like that? She wasn't afraid to admit anything anymore... as long as he survived, as long as he was a whole human being and remembered his love -- then, surely he'd continue on. When they meet again (if they meet again) she assured herself she'd say what she should have said all those years ago without hesitation.
But there's a chill that passes through her. As if being beckoned by the cold her eyes flutter open, unfocused at first as she tries to grasp what it is that's happening... why is she waking up?
I'd only wanted to sleep an eternity... free from the pain. Have I been summoned back to the planet...?
She sits up slowly, hand moving to her chest as she represses a shiver. She's thoroughly drenched, her cheeks flushed, looking less like a statuesque Greek tragedienne and more like a woman who was late for her wedding day in the middle of a rain storm. She looks around herself, seeming less panicked (not as serene as she did while sleeping) than she should, brushing her hands against her SFC and then picking it up to stare at it (looking both surprised and perplexed by it). Then she notices the small welcome package... She reads through it quickly enough. Vatheon...? The more she digests what she's skimmed over the more anxious she becomes. Looking up from the brochure, she folds it and pulls herself to her feet. If she was here... was there also a chance that Vincent was too?]