I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
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wrfmlogsarchiveWho: Song and Chase
Where: Radiant Garden castle
When: Saturday night (technically Sunday morning)
What: An emotionally unstable ex-Nobody with a delusion-inducing fever... yeah, this ain't gonna be pretty.
Luckily there's a Chase to the rescue.
The clock on her laptop read 3:48 AM. She wasn't using the laptop, but she hadn't turned it off. iTunes still shuffled through random songs, the volume so low that no words could be distinguished, only faint, ghostly melodies. But the owner of the computer wasn't there to read its time or hear its quiet song. The room was empty. Cold wind blew through a half-open window to billow the curtains and lift the feathers tied to her dreamcatcher.
It was far too cold for the end of May in Radiant Garden. The wind had picked up shortly after dusk and had not let up. It was the reason she'd gone, having woken in the middle of the night tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, afire with fever and dazed out of her normally sharp common sense. She was too hot, the wind outside was cold, so she'd gone to it, clothed only in a sleeveless faux-silk nightgown the color of the sky before dawn. The wind dried her sweat and chilled her, but she didn't retreat form it. she'd wanted cool and it had given that to her, then she'd seen something pale and tall against the star-strewn sky and her muddled thoughts had drifted elsewhere. She seemed not to notice the unnatural winds even as her body shivered under their unceasing barrage. Step by barefoot step, she made her way to the castle.
Her body was moving automatically, following a specific path with no bidding from conscious thought. Her mind was elsewhere. Even a minor fall on the stairs induced no response beyond a mindless stagger to regain her footing before she continued. She remained virtually oblivious to her surroundings until her body reached its goal; a seemingly inconsequential room in one of the twisting towers high above the radiant city.
It was someone's bedchamber, though it looked to have gone unused for some time, everything impeccably neat and covered in a fine layer of dust. It was a nice room, not overly large or extravagant, yet still managing to impart a sense of nobility. It did not, however, look like the room of a prince, but then, the royalty of Radiant Garden had long been rather informal compared to those of more old-fashioned kingdoms. After all, the king and his adopted son were scientists before they were royalty. Such was the way of this forward-thinking city.
Of course, Ansem was no longer the king, and his son was certainly not the person he'd been in the past, but in this timeless section of the castle, none of that made much of a difference.
It was in the open doorway of that room, standing with her hand braced on the wall, that Song suddenly became fully aware of her surroundings, waking wide-eyed as if she'd been pulled violently out of a dream. she stood for a long moment, simply staring into the room and swaying ever so slightly on weakened legs. Then her expression became a harsh grimace and she moved stormily towards the bed, slamming her hands down on the edge of it and digging her fingers into the covers in a display of rage.
"You!" she shouted at thin air. "You, you, you. Always you! Why won't you leave me alone?!" Her voice wavered between anger and despair, thick as if with unshed tears. Her aqua colored eyes were glazed and confused by the same fever that addled her mind. "I said I was sorry! I said I was wrong! Why won't you talk to me? Why won't you forgive me? I forgave you for everything. Everything!" With unexpected force, she shifted her grip on the blankets and yanked them clean away from the bed, swinging them in a wide arc across the room to let them scatter chaotically over the floor. It was the greatest show of fury she could commit here. Even as delusional as she was, it simply wasn't in her nature to do any real damage.
"I forgave you. And you left me." She stared down at the array of blankets, and then sunk slowly to her knees, raising a hand to her aching head. "...Left me behind to burn. Oh gods, I'm on fire...." Her eyes welled with tears which refused to fall. Whether they were of physical pain or of sorrow was impossible to tell.
"Please..." the huddled figure begged of the empty room. "Please say something... Please forgive me... Please, I need... need to know... Please forgive me."
And the rest was black.
If someone were to enter that room before too late the next day - perhaps to investigate an out-of-place noise, or follow a path of doors left ajar - they would find the ill young lady passed out across the splayed bedcovers, dreaming fitful dreams.
Where: Radiant Garden castle
When: Saturday night (technically Sunday morning)
What: An emotionally unstable ex-Nobody with a delusion-inducing fever... yeah, this ain't gonna be pretty.
Luckily there's a Chase to the rescue.
The clock on her laptop read 3:48 AM. She wasn't using the laptop, but she hadn't turned it off. iTunes still shuffled through random songs, the volume so low that no words could be distinguished, only faint, ghostly melodies. But the owner of the computer wasn't there to read its time or hear its quiet song. The room was empty. Cold wind blew through a half-open window to billow the curtains and lift the feathers tied to her dreamcatcher.
It was far too cold for the end of May in Radiant Garden. The wind had picked up shortly after dusk and had not let up. It was the reason she'd gone, having woken in the middle of the night tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, afire with fever and dazed out of her normally sharp common sense. She was too hot, the wind outside was cold, so she'd gone to it, clothed only in a sleeveless faux-silk nightgown the color of the sky before dawn. The wind dried her sweat and chilled her, but she didn't retreat form it. she'd wanted cool and it had given that to her, then she'd seen something pale and tall against the star-strewn sky and her muddled thoughts had drifted elsewhere. She seemed not to notice the unnatural winds even as her body shivered under their unceasing barrage. Step by barefoot step, she made her way to the castle.
Her body was moving automatically, following a specific path with no bidding from conscious thought. Her mind was elsewhere. Even a minor fall on the stairs induced no response beyond a mindless stagger to regain her footing before she continued. She remained virtually oblivious to her surroundings until her body reached its goal; a seemingly inconsequential room in one of the twisting towers high above the radiant city.
It was someone's bedchamber, though it looked to have gone unused for some time, everything impeccably neat and covered in a fine layer of dust. It was a nice room, not overly large or extravagant, yet still managing to impart a sense of nobility. It did not, however, look like the room of a prince, but then, the royalty of Radiant Garden had long been rather informal compared to those of more old-fashioned kingdoms. After all, the king and his adopted son were scientists before they were royalty. Such was the way of this forward-thinking city.
Of course, Ansem was no longer the king, and his son was certainly not the person he'd been in the past, but in this timeless section of the castle, none of that made much of a difference.
It was in the open doorway of that room, standing with her hand braced on the wall, that Song suddenly became fully aware of her surroundings, waking wide-eyed as if she'd been pulled violently out of a dream. she stood for a long moment, simply staring into the room and swaying ever so slightly on weakened legs. Then her expression became a harsh grimace and she moved stormily towards the bed, slamming her hands down on the edge of it and digging her fingers into the covers in a display of rage.
"You!" she shouted at thin air. "You, you, you. Always you! Why won't you leave me alone?!" Her voice wavered between anger and despair, thick as if with unshed tears. Her aqua colored eyes were glazed and confused by the same fever that addled her mind. "I said I was sorry! I said I was wrong! Why won't you talk to me? Why won't you forgive me? I forgave you for everything. Everything!" With unexpected force, she shifted her grip on the blankets and yanked them clean away from the bed, swinging them in a wide arc across the room to let them scatter chaotically over the floor. It was the greatest show of fury she could commit here. Even as delusional as she was, it simply wasn't in her nature to do any real damage.
"I forgave you. And you left me." She stared down at the array of blankets, and then sunk slowly to her knees, raising a hand to her aching head. "...Left me behind to burn. Oh gods, I'm on fire...." Her eyes welled with tears which refused to fall. Whether they were of physical pain or of sorrow was impossible to tell.
"Please..." the huddled figure begged of the empty room. "Please say something... Please forgive me... Please, I need... need to know... Please forgive me."
And the rest was black.
If someone were to enter that room before too late the next day - perhaps to investigate an out-of-place noise, or follow a path of doors left ajar - they would find the ill young lady passed out across the splayed bedcovers, dreaming fitful dreams.
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Date: 2009-05-25 01:54 am (UTC)She pulled a book out of her sweatshirt pocket - Daniel Allen Butler's Unsinkable - and opened it to one of the dogearred pages. She wouldn't leave - even if she didn't know Song that well, she still considered her a friend. For that, she would stay.
not a near-death experience, really. this is something else
Date: 2009-05-25 04:39 am (UTC)A pale, muted dawn was breaking beyond the castle walls when her dreams changed. Two hours had seemed like eternity in her half-conscious, delirious state, and the heat finally drove her out of her own mind as it was meant to drive out the illness. She escaped it, but how or to where she didn't know.
There was the sensation of rising, not just above her own body but above the world itself.
Up and up and up, as if her universe had rested on the bottom of an ocean and she was now floating towards the surface.
The Unwaking Waters
She was not looking down at the place where her body still lay, but up. Up at something new and different. Above was something she had never seen, something she could not even put a name to. And yet... and yet, somehow, it was familiar. A distorted reflection of a place she'd been before... or was it a perfected reflection?
She realized belatedly why she could find no words to describe what she was seeing. It was because she was not seeing it in the sense of vision, but feeling. It was the kind of feeling one felt with one's mind and heart, a sixth sense. Instinct, intuition, a gut feeling... a knowing, beyond explanation... which was exactly why she couldn't explain it.
But floating there, just below the surface, she had an absurd vision of Ariel singing about being 'part of that world' and she knew, she knew that she should be there. Something was pulling her. In those hazy waters she couldn't make it out clearly, but it felt like a thread, a yellow thread of silk that was not unbreakable, but nearly so. Yellow... or was it red? Or both, or neither? She couldn't tell. She couldn't see it, only feel...
But there was another thread. This one she knew was purple, because had crafted herself, and it tethered her firmly to her own world, her own reality. She could not leave until her business there was finished, no matter how badly she might want to. Unless he came, and he persuaded her, she would not go until she was ready.
So it was that when her body began to wake again, she sunk slowly back to it, drifting like a feather falling towards the ground.
And when she woke fully, and opened eyes that were dazed but no longer delusional, she did not remember where she had been. All she remembered was a thread.
A thread and the taste of paopu fruit.