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Posted on May 18, 2010 at 00:14:15 AM by Vali
 It is a good thing I couldn't tell you were I was or what I was up to because if I had been human (fairy, whatever) and experiencing that - I might have died from some cardiac arrhythmia that would make my heart explode. It is a good thing to be a small wooden bird, cherished enough to be owned by no one at all but cherished enough to be rescued from the water as well - even if I didn't know that-that is where I was. My strength was sapped as was my energy and I was stuck as this small wooden figurine, a permanent smile carved into my face with bright optimistic eyes. Everyone else saw something cute and adoring when they looked at me, but if I had the chance to stand beside myself and see what I had become, I'd consider it one of the most disgusting thing that I ever saw. Of course, it wasn't, but four hours and counting still while being trapped within this body - nothing at this standpoint looks beautiful anymore. Not to me. Not even remotely. Seven hours had passed. Sasha found his boy by now and had sorted out the worst of the worst but was now making himself comfortable in bed the best he could. He was stressed, scared, very upset, lonely, angry, confused, and maybe a million other hundred thousands of emotional things that I didn't want to try and translate. I only knew this because he knew this. I only felt this because his hands were wrapped tight - impossibly tight - around the small toy that I was. Even as an inanimate object the pressure was almost too much to handle, I felt like I was choking with his hands wrapped around my little neck. It was easy to absorb energy from everything around me. Either that or to simply sit back and rest in this odd stasis my body had gone into. Regardless of whatever it was, it wouldn't last much longer. It really wouldn't. I was tired and I felt stiff. I wanted to stretch. I wanted to get free of this imprisonment, this refuge that I would come to love as much as I would hate it, this gas chamber that was suffocatingly suffocating... The change began without my knowledge, the wood trembling first and foremost with a pulse. I think Sasha was probably asleep still as the tiny wooden toy in his hands throbbed. Ba-boom, ba-boom... A heart beat. The bird became more and more warm, it's temperature rising. The finish began to crackle and the wood started to split. There was an odd squeak, as if the bird were very real and protesting about getting pried apart from the inside. As it swelled and came apart, it shifted and it changed. People of Shaman were probably very used to odd things happening like this all the time and even I was no stranger to it, but at the moment it was startling - very startling - and I gasped two large lungfuls of air as if breathing for the first time in a long time. Part of that statement was true. Of course I could care less about how long it'd been since I took my last breath, I was more concerned about the man I was cuddled up next to and the fact that I had no clothes on. No clothes what so ever. "Where am I?" I whispered quietly, unmoving, golden eyes studying the face beside me in the dark as his arms held me tight. Vali Vingklippt ...there is blood on my hands, is it mine? some of it. |
Replies:
- My whole life is awkward... - By S A S H A May 18, 2010 at 09:55:25 AM
- ...My sword is awkward... - By Vali May 20, 2010 at 11:37:43 AM
- I could make a naughty joke here... - By S A S H A May 21, 2010 at 04:22:51 PM
- ...My sword is awkward... - By Vali May 20, 2010 at 11:37:43 AM
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