10-18-2013, 11:27 PM
Friday, Sera calls up Ginger. You should hear the way Lena's fucked up texts get translated, but still Sera gets the gist. She's used to translating messages from the desperate and drug-addled into something approximating her own language. She can actually handle this.
When she has finally cycled through the new messages, Sera leaves a rambling voice mail. Tells them all that she also tried to heal herself and she supposes that she'll get sicker, then, soon She'll get a room someplace. Someplace with room service? She's rambling, she's sober, it happens sometimes.
The messages slides into something else, though. Sera suggests that if they can ward themselves from scrying, they do so. Someone's watching them; someone or something cold and implacable is watching them drown in blood. She had a vision of a hydra, with a hundred heads, blood dripping from the many eyes mouths. Somehow she dove into the mouth of one of the hydras are everything went red. She was drowning, and some dark shadow in the sky was there, watching her die. Unfeeling, but attentive to every detail of her struggle.
When she has finally cycled through the new messages, Sera leaves a rambling voice mail. Tells them all that she also tried to heal herself and she supposes that she'll get sicker, then, soon She'll get a room someplace. Someplace with room service? She's rambling, she's sober, it happens sometimes.
The messages slides into something else, though. Sera suggests that if they can ward themselves from scrying, they do so. Someone's watching them; someone or something cold and implacable is watching them drown in blood. She had a vision of a hydra, with a hundred heads, blood dripping from the many eyes mouths. Somehow she dove into the mouth of one of the hydras are everything went red. She was drowning, and some dark shadow in the sky was there, watching her die. Unfeeling, but attentive to every detail of her struggle.
But my heart is wild and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula