09-13-2014, 03:44 PM
She shouldn't watch, but she does anyway.
There is no desire in her gaze, there is no pity there either- only an acceptance that this was the end that this man needed. That things needed to move on and that the natural order of the underworld could no doubt be reestablished now that his presence was no longer pressing this place away from being a place of transition and into a place of stagnation. A place where all things merely ended instead of beginning again. A void of energy that she knew was only a scar on the world. If one wanted to be metaphorical about the whole experience, that is. And who was to say that Gwendolyn Bishop was the metaphorical type. No, what she had witnessed was merely the natural consequence of action in a parallel plane of existence… right?
Of course right.
gwendolyn didn't understand the rules this portion of the universe played by, but she understood enough that what she witnessed did not genuinely horrify her, at least outwardly anyway.
She turned back, pushing her sunglasses back up on her head and she drew inward a shaken breath. There was confidence and there was exhaustion… perhaps she wasn't as alright with what she saw as she liked to pretend she was. Gwendolyn exhaled slowly, pushed her shoulders back and held herself in a manner that was befitting of someone with a title. She was a doctor, more importantly she was a Scientist. She could be as shaken as she wanted later.
"Is everyone alright?" and by everyone, she must mean Sera.
There is a pause, and then with some uncertainty, "how do we get home?"
There is no desire in her gaze, there is no pity there either- only an acceptance that this was the end that this man needed. That things needed to move on and that the natural order of the underworld could no doubt be reestablished now that his presence was no longer pressing this place away from being a place of transition and into a place of stagnation. A place where all things merely ended instead of beginning again. A void of energy that she knew was only a scar on the world. If one wanted to be metaphorical about the whole experience, that is. And who was to say that Gwendolyn Bishop was the metaphorical type. No, what she had witnessed was merely the natural consequence of action in a parallel plane of existence… right?
Of course right.
gwendolyn didn't understand the rules this portion of the universe played by, but she understood enough that what she witnessed did not genuinely horrify her, at least outwardly anyway.
She turned back, pushing her sunglasses back up on her head and she drew inward a shaken breath. There was confidence and there was exhaustion… perhaps she wasn't as alright with what she saw as she liked to pretend she was. Gwendolyn exhaled slowly, pushed her shoulders back and held herself in a manner that was befitting of someone with a title. She was a doctor, more importantly she was a Scientist. She could be as shaken as she wanted later.
"Is everyone alright?" and by everyone, she must mean Sera.
There is a pause, and then with some uncertainty, "how do we get home?"