Eddie's got a ghoulfriend - for @gygaxed
Sep. 7th, 2022 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cheerybombEverything was wrong. Or, maybe, everything was right and she was wrong, she didn't know.
What she knew was what she'd heard. She'd heard the song and she'd known that it was for her, it was hers and even though it had faded almost as soon as it had started, it had still lodged somewhere in her chest, humming away like audio feedback where her heartbeat should be.
She didn't know how she'd gotten this far, there were only fragments that stuck, some of them fit together and some didn't, it was sensation, mostly, falling first when the vines-roots-limbs holding her in place finally gave way, the grit of the ground under her hands and her knees when she fell.
She knew that she'd just laid there for a while on the gritty hardpack, listening to her song, feeling it flutter against her ribs, feeling like it wanted to go somewhere, but it took what seemed like an actual eternity to get her limbs to cooperate, to stop being wrong, and another eternity after that one before she could actually manage to make them move, make herself move.
She didn't know how she'd gotten from there to here, but she knew she was here and that was right, even though she'd had to find somewhere cool and dark to burrow herself into for a while, to get away from a sky that was too bright and a world that was too hot, but now that it was dim again she knew where she was going. Toward the last bastion of safety she'd felt before everything had gone wrong.
She had no idea what time it was, time was meaningless, currently beyond her grasp. What she knew was that he was there. She knew that he was responsible for her song and she knew that he'd tried to help her once, which meant that he had the best chance of helping her now.
She couldn't see the trailer, but she knew it was there, and once she was close enough she knew exactly where he was inside it, taking a moment to collect herself, reaching up to tap-tap-tap at the window.
Just as she had no way of knowing what time it was, or how long she'd been there instead of here, she had no way of knowing the state she was in. She was hale again, yes, but far from hardy, she was no longer broken, but she was still bruised, hair tattered and eyes no longer gone, but still useless, milk-white and featureless.
She was, in short, like something out of a nightmare.
What she knew was what she'd heard. She'd heard the song and she'd known that it was for her, it was hers and even though it had faded almost as soon as it had started, it had still lodged somewhere in her chest, humming away like audio feedback where her heartbeat should be.
She didn't know how she'd gotten this far, there were only fragments that stuck, some of them fit together and some didn't, it was sensation, mostly, falling first when the vines-roots-limbs holding her in place finally gave way, the grit of the ground under her hands and her knees when she fell.
She knew that she'd just laid there for a while on the gritty hardpack, listening to her song, feeling it flutter against her ribs, feeling like it wanted to go somewhere, but it took what seemed like an actual eternity to get her limbs to cooperate, to stop being wrong, and another eternity after that one before she could actually manage to make them move, make herself move.
She didn't know how she'd gotten from there to here, but she knew she was here and that was right, even though she'd had to find somewhere cool and dark to burrow herself into for a while, to get away from a sky that was too bright and a world that was too hot, but now that it was dim again she knew where she was going. Toward the last bastion of safety she'd felt before everything had gone wrong.
She had no idea what time it was, time was meaningless, currently beyond her grasp. What she knew was that he was there. She knew that he was responsible for her song and she knew that he'd tried to help her once, which meant that he had the best chance of helping her now.
She couldn't see the trailer, but she knew it was there, and once she was close enough she knew exactly where he was inside it, taking a moment to collect herself, reaching up to tap-tap-tap at the window.
Just as she had no way of knowing what time it was, or how long she'd been there instead of here, she had no way of knowing the state she was in. She was hale again, yes, but far from hardy, she was no longer broken, but she was still bruised, hair tattered and eyes no longer gone, but still useless, milk-white and featureless.
She was, in short, like something out of a nightmare.
