Orb: 12th of Rebirth’s Height

[demonsintheoven]

[[For once, Snow isn't in a back ally somewhere. She's somewhere far more green, but still flat on her back, staring vacantly up at the orb. The very edge of an empty bottle of wine can be seen in the grass to her left]]

Have you ever seen the moon shatter? It shouldn't... the moon's a big rock in the sky, like a smaller Earth, but dead. Dead, dead, dead, so dead it was never alive... [[she sighs, eyes drooping]] Can't shatter. I don't like seeing it do things it can't. So many things do that, don't they? Things move when they shouldn't, appear where they can't, change when they should stay the same.

[[She is quiet a moment, blinking, her eyes utterly unfocused]] Stay inside when the moon shatters... don't let it fall on you. It's too cold to be under a dead moon.

Comments

[demonsintheoven]

Because it will. Even though it can't.

[give_kitty_cake]

If it can't then it won't. It must be something else that breaks?

[demonsintheoven]

It could be. Or it could just be wrong... sometimes it is. But not often enough.

[give_kitty_cake]

Do you always see these visions when you drink?

[Koma can't help but wonder if these are true visions or a 'pink elephant' moment. ]

[demonsintheoven]

And when I don't. Easier to ignore them when I'm drunk. Not this one. This one won't shut up. It wants to be known. Visions shouldn't have wants, it doesn't help... [[sighs, sounding exhausted]] Nothing helps...

[give_kitty_cake]

It sounds like a real vision then. You shouldn't try to fight it. If it will come anyway there is no point in trying to. You will just make yourself sick.

[demonsintheoven]

[[a low, tired laugh]] Doesn't matter...

[give_kitty_cake]

It does matter. Doing this to yourself won't do any good.

[demonsintheoven]

Nothing I do does any good. At least this way I don't think.

[give_kitty_cake]

[How tragic.]

... Can I at least make sure you get back to where you have been staying?

[demonsintheoven]

Darkchyld won't let me stay there when I drink.

[give_kitty_cake]

Who is that?

I can take you to the castle then. They have plenty of rooms there.

[demonsintheoven]

My son...

[give_kitty_cake]

He probably doesn't think you should be drinking like this either.

Where are you?

[demonsintheoven]

[[there's a quiet pause before she speaks.]]


... Not far.

[give_kitty_cake]

Not far?

[Koma will just be looking around for her then, small talk while she walks. ]

Do you ever know what these visions mean?

[demonsintheoven]

Sometimes. They used to be more clear.

[give_kitty_cake]

When did they stop being clear?

[demonsintheoven]

Before DarkChyld... before my little Hawk became a wolf...

[give_kitty_cake]

What does that mean?

[Koma hops up in a few bounds to a rooftop. From here maybe she could get a better view and spot the person she was looking for. ]

[demonsintheoven]

[[her eyes close]] My little Hawk had no wings with which to fly... instead of taking to the Air, he became of Earth, shedding his feathers for teeth and claws of metal, descending into the darkness of the center of the Earth...

[give_kitty_cake]

Do you always talk in riddles?

[No sign? Where does this person hide! ]

What does that even mean?

[demonsintheoven]

[[a bit farther from the walls than she thought she was on the wrong side of a hill. Keep hunting!]]

It's not a riddle. Just tangled like everything else.

[give_kitty_cake]

[Well, it was a green field so she wouldn't be in this part of town. Koma drops back down to the ground and continues the merry hunt!]

You really don't make any sense. You say your son won't let you return when you are drunk and then said he was in the center of the Earth... maybe I should ask you about this again when you are sober.

[demonsintheoven]

DarkChyld says I don't make any more sense then either...