Lorde.
The woman stirred in the blackness, craning her neck backwards and upwards as the ghostly like figure stirred from its three month sleep in the realms, she had gotten lost at first, then she lacked the will to come back – even with the ability to life link, she still sat within the blackness where she felt no air, no sound it was simply empty, like her heart.
Lorde, Come back.
The ghostly figure shook it’s head. Curling into a ball, deep within the darkness – alone she was.
"Lorde. Worried for you Enver is. If time you have, by the Asylum you should come."
Words that were not her own, filled her mind. Keara. Yes. Keara. She was reaching out to the killer trying to bring her back to the land of the living – well, almost living. Topside, yes – topside. Lorde found herself frowning, turning herself over to look elsewhere. She didn’t want to come back – her wife was missing. She had fucked that one up, she assumed Eilidh went missing because she wasn’t a good enough wife for her. Lorde had tried, she had tried so hard to be a good, attentive wife.
GO HOME
The inner voice screamed at her.
The scream had been so intense she didn’t realise that she had scared herself into activating life link, she was warped back topside. Her ghost essence was thrown back into her still, killer body which had been left unattended to in the old town theatre apartment. Lorde wore a tank top, and grey CK boxers. Feet grazed the wooden planks as she wobbled and stumbled her way towards the shower. There she got rid of the putrid smell of three months without cleanliness. No one had done it for her, not that she expected it – she hadn’t told anyone she was going to the realms, they had probably assumed she went abroad, she did like to leave Harper Rock at times – she never liked to feel caged.
After half an hour of picking out a pair of jeans, and a white tank top she grabbed her ancient weapons (she needed to get better ones.) she set off towards the sewers. She needed to find Enver, he was usually in the catacombs or in the sewers from the last that she could recall – but she went with her gut. He needed to know she was back; he needed to know she was safe – perhaps she could see Keara too, that way she would know in some shape or form she had received the woman’s message. It had reached out to her – and brought a hint of clarity to her briefly. The realms had made her sick, triggered something inside the woman.
The woman stirred in the blackness, craning her neck backwards and upwards as the ghostly like figure stirred from its three month sleep in the realms, she had gotten lost at first, then she lacked the will to come back – even with the ability to life link, she still sat within the blackness where she felt no air, no sound it was simply empty, like her heart.
Lorde, Come back.
The ghostly figure shook it’s head. Curling into a ball, deep within the darkness – alone she was.
"Lorde. Worried for you Enver is. If time you have, by the Asylum you should come."
Words that were not her own, filled her mind. Keara. Yes. Keara. She was reaching out to the killer trying to bring her back to the land of the living – well, almost living. Topside, yes – topside. Lorde found herself frowning, turning herself over to look elsewhere. She didn’t want to come back – her wife was missing. She had fucked that one up, she assumed Eilidh went missing because she wasn’t a good enough wife for her. Lorde had tried, she had tried so hard to be a good, attentive wife.
GO HOME
The inner voice screamed at her.
The scream had been so intense she didn’t realise that she had scared herself into activating life link, she was warped back topside. Her ghost essence was thrown back into her still, killer body which had been left unattended to in the old town theatre apartment. Lorde wore a tank top, and grey CK boxers. Feet grazed the wooden planks as she wobbled and stumbled her way towards the shower. There she got rid of the putrid smell of three months without cleanliness. No one had done it for her, not that she expected it – she hadn’t told anyone she was going to the realms, they had probably assumed she went abroad, she did like to leave Harper Rock at times – she never liked to feel caged.
After half an hour of picking out a pair of jeans, and a white tank top she grabbed her ancient weapons (she needed to get better ones.) she set off towards the sewers. She needed to find Enver, he was usually in the catacombs or in the sewers from the last that she could recall – but she went with her gut. He needed to know she was back; he needed to know she was safe – perhaps she could see Keara too, that way she would know in some shape or form she had received the woman’s message. It had reached out to her – and brought a hint of clarity to her briefly. The realms had made her sick, triggered something inside the woman.
