Post-London Lost
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writing_shadowsRosie very very carefully stepped away from the crowd of people.
She felt slightly light headed and was swaying a little bit on her feet. This, however, was not something she was terribly keen on anyone noticing. It seemed very inappropriate to demand attention (and Rosie was vaguely aware that she seemed to do a lot of that) when Doug was still shaking, and Carin was white faced and sweating slightly, with that horrible hole in his chest still leaking blood.
Rea had not moved away from Carin since he fell. Now Aria was here as well, trembling slightly when she touched Carin's hair.
This was not an adventure.
Adventures didn't end like this. Adventures ended in adrenaline and excitement. Adventures ended neatly, with the right side winning, and there was never any cost afterwards.
This was not an adventure.
"I don't want to go back to Arcadia," Doug said, apropos of nothing.
Rosie flinched slightly inside. She knew why Doug didn't want to go back to Arcadia, back to the Keeper who was calling him. He didn't want to because she had removed that desire, as neatly as if she had cut it away with a razor blade. And now he thought it was done.
It wasn't.
She hadn't made the cut complete enough, hadn't been quite good enough. It would come back - maybe within hours, maybe within days if she was really lucky.
She tried to tell Rea this (it wasn't the right time to tell Carin. It didn't look as if Aria would be letting Carin out of her sight for the immediate future, anyway, and this was a motley matter). Rea shrugged slightly, her face impassive.
"Next time," she said, "I'll make you stronger. I'll find another way of doing it, and you'll be able to get rid of it for longer."
Rosie nodded, and carefully took hold of a nearby chair to stop herself falling over. She walked away from Rea with very steady steps.
Adventures weren't meant to be like this.
And the world suddenly seemed like a slightly more uncertain place.
She felt slightly light headed and was swaying a little bit on her feet. This, however, was not something she was terribly keen on anyone noticing. It seemed very inappropriate to demand attention (and Rosie was vaguely aware that she seemed to do a lot of that) when Doug was still shaking, and Carin was white faced and sweating slightly, with that horrible hole in his chest still leaking blood.
Rea had not moved away from Carin since he fell. Now Aria was here as well, trembling slightly when she touched Carin's hair.
This was not an adventure.
Adventures didn't end like this. Adventures ended in adrenaline and excitement. Adventures ended neatly, with the right side winning, and there was never any cost afterwards.
This was not an adventure.
"I don't want to go back to Arcadia," Doug said, apropos of nothing.
Rosie flinched slightly inside. She knew why Doug didn't want to go back to Arcadia, back to the Keeper who was calling him. He didn't want to because she had removed that desire, as neatly as if she had cut it away with a razor blade. And now he thought it was done.
It wasn't.
She hadn't made the cut complete enough, hadn't been quite good enough. It would come back - maybe within hours, maybe within days if she was really lucky.
She tried to tell Rea this (it wasn't the right time to tell Carin. It didn't look as if Aria would be letting Carin out of her sight for the immediate future, anyway, and this was a motley matter). Rea shrugged slightly, her face impassive.
"Next time," she said, "I'll make you stronger. I'll find another way of doing it, and you'll be able to get rid of it for longer."
Rosie nodded, and carefully took hold of a nearby chair to stop herself falling over. She walked away from Rea with very steady steps.
Adventures weren't meant to be like this.
And the world suddenly seemed like a slightly more uncertain place.
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Date: 2008-03-10 11:37 am (UTC)I really have to wrestle my muse into letting me write Vi one of these days.