[ this place feels so unfamiliar
and yet I know it well
I think I used to belong here
but the only way I can tell
is that I miss you still
and I cannot find you here ... ]
- Poe, Spanish Doll
The roses had been placed in a vase days ago, almost completely forgotten about - Brianna had other things on her mind for the moment, though she wasn't certain of what quite they were - there was something about the way the skies looked here, night after night -
Even in the rare daylight hours Brianna saw, shadows seemed overcast, as if the smoke and the smog were trying to snuff out all life below the swirling skies of the city.
As if the threat of the world below wasn't enough.
She had almost forgotten what the daylight, what the day world had looked like, and simply --
She didn't belong anymore.
Her dark hair reflected the light now, cocoa eyes pools of endless dark - skin fragile and snow white -
The distance between Brianna and the ouside world was apparent, as she was now a creature of ...
Something else. Otherworldly.
Granted, she was still in fact human, and perhaps that was what tied her to, albeit loosely, to the mortal threads of humanity. How long it would be until they broke?
She didn't know.
Even now, it was close to sunset, and as the girl wandered through the streets, a bag in her hands - she'd needed a few things at the store, and while she didn't like to go alone, Brianna knew that she couldn't break the ties she did have to things, as faint and simple as they were.
It was now that she thought of things, thought about how live could have been, how it should have been - at least in anyone's logical mind. In a mind that knew not of witches and vampires and the real horror that the evening hours brought...
In a mind that knew nothing about fleeing from things that haunted nightmares, but were so much more real than that...
They wouldn't know. Ever.
But it was a pain that was starting to burn in her heart, a stinging that reached her eyes moments later, the burning slowly tearing from her, tears streaming quietly down perfect features as she ascended the stairs.
She knew he'd be there.
She knew - this was her life now. This is. How she was to deal with that, she didn't know. Maybe she never would.
She knew.
He feared.
They watched.
It would all come to a point sometime.
but the only way I can tell
is that I miss you still
and I cannot find you here ... ]
- Poe, Spanish Doll
The roses had been placed in a vase days ago, almost completely forgotten about - Brianna had other things on her mind for the moment, though she wasn't certain of what quite they were - there was something about the way the skies looked here, night after night -
Even in the rare daylight hours Brianna saw, shadows seemed overcast, as if the smoke and the smog were trying to snuff out all life below the swirling skies of the city.
As if the threat of the world below wasn't enough.
She had almost forgotten what the daylight, what the day world had looked like, and simply --
She didn't belong anymore.
Her dark hair reflected the light now, cocoa eyes pools of endless dark - skin fragile and snow white -
The distance between Brianna and the ouside world was apparent, as she was now a creature of ...
Something else. Otherworldly.
Granted, she was still in fact human, and perhaps that was what tied her to, albeit loosely, to the mortal threads of humanity. How long it would be until they broke?
She didn't know.
Even now, it was close to sunset, and as the girl wandered through the streets, a bag in her hands - she'd needed a few things at the store, and while she didn't like to go alone, Brianna knew that she couldn't break the ties she did have to things, as faint and simple as they were.
It was now that she thought of things, thought about how live could have been, how it should have been - at least in anyone's logical mind. In a mind that knew not of witches and vampires and the real horror that the evening hours brought...
In a mind that knew nothing about fleeing from things that haunted nightmares, but were so much more real than that...
They wouldn't know. Ever.
But it was a pain that was starting to burn in her heart, a stinging that reached her eyes moments later, the burning slowly tearing from her, tears streaming quietly down perfect features as she ascended the stairs.
She knew he'd be there.
She knew - this was her life now. This is. How she was to deal with that, she didn't know. Maybe she never would.
She knew.
He feared.
They watched.
It would all come to a point sometime.