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Posted on September 19, 2013 at 01:17:39 AM by LORRAINE
Language warning.
| Everything hurt.
In fact, Lorraine was convinced that she hurt even before she woke up, but the depths of her coma stretched so far that even pain could not penetrate it. As her mind lifted into the dozing state in which a person is neither fully asleep nor completely awake, she felt the fire sear through her body as though she had been locked in a cubicle of dry ice. It forced her into premature consciousness. Second to the pain, she was acutely aware of her own breathing: sharp and shallow, like a regular wounded mortal’s. With her eyes still firmly shut, Lorraine wet her dry, cracked lips with her tongue and focused on deepening her breathing. Only when she was satisfied that her breathing was almost normalised did she open her azure eyes and take her first peek at her surroundings. They were puzzling. Musty green drapes hung around the four-poster bed she was lying on top of, the forest-coloured sheets made neatly beneath her, and she could just about make out the room beyond through the dim light. She flicked her fingers to draw apart the heavy curtains and allowed a flood of sunlight in so bright that it caused her to blink several times in quick succession. A Medieval-looking tapestry hung on the wall over a sofa, a floor to ceiling mirror was mounted next to the window and beside the bed an oak wardrobe took up most of the rest of the floor space. Lorraine slid slowly to the floor, wincing as the movement made her head pound, and took a few careful steps towards the mirror. She looked the same, albeit a tad messier: same golden-blonde curls framing her delicate white face, same stunning blue eyes rimmed with pastel eye-shadow, same dainty little fingers brushing a flyaway strand of hair from her vision. Her cheeks were flushed rose pink and her hair was not quite as perfect as usual. Lorraine fixed that immediately, reapplied her pale pink lipstick and, using magic, donned a baby blue dress. The slightly shimmery fabric reached all the way down to her toes, and a white ribbon tied with the bow to the back under her bust emphasised her breasts a little. Simple and elegant. After a moment of scrutiny, she twitched her nose and her eye colour turned a few shades lighter to match the outfit. Thus satisfied with her appearance, Lorraine turned to the window and stared out for a moment, a light frown creasing her otherwise perfect face. Judging by the grounds and the room’s decor, she was in some kind of large, stately home – but an old-fashioned one, lacking in modern taste. The world beyond the window looked vaguely familiar, but with her pounding head she couldn’t place it. Curiously, the purple-tinged sky had some kind of crack in it, like shattered glass. Even more curiously, when Lorraine concentrated on the signals she was receiving from her divine pendant, she found that every single member of the council was present on this planet except for Gwythr. Without a word, the Russian deity spun on her heels and strode across the room to the door, quite forgetting to hover an inch above the floor in case it was unclean as she usually did. The corridor beyond had the same old-fashioned interior as her room, and was equally empty. Shutting the door quietly behind her, Lorraine chose a direction at random and began to walk purposefully, feeling almost sorry for the poor creature she would happen across first. goddess of russia; interspecies ambassador; hardcore bitch |
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- the night is dark and full of terrors - By gyslaine September 19, 2013 at 07:41:03 AM
- AND SOFT DECEITFUL WILES. - By LORRAINE September 20, 2013 at 05:17:13 PM
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