Disclaimer: See the previous hundred plus or so.
Author's Note: Bookworm Gal! Lovely to see you are still hanging around enjoying my sporadic updates. And welcome to the rare new readers that I was surprised to find in my DMs. If you haven't worked your way through the rest of my Gulchverse tales this chapter is going even more vague than it already is. I continue to limp my way through completing this story, but I know what the next 2 chapters are for sure, it is just a matter of getting them written. Of course, I am currently playing Gulch to my boyfriend's Azkadellia so not sure how quick I will have the mental space for that. Now excuse me, I have to go figuratively beat some sense into some people.
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Lilo Sees Hears Feels Tastes Smells. Since the Travel Storm touched down, touched the Consort, touched the Otherside, felt the Otherside reaching back. Can't See through the Travel Storm, too dark, can't Hear, too loud, but Feels…something…something…what? Lilo not know, but Feel strongly, like a firm grip on the hands, anchoring Lilo, the storm lifted and Lilo been in Storm since.
Lilo not See chaos, Lilo in chaos. Not See future, not See road, pelted by bricks….
Wind blows screaming through the woods, leaves rustling with joyous, childish, cold, cruel laughter.
…too many moments, layered, intermingled, impossible to parse, see, understand…
Searching intent in the maze, wobbly, giddy, confused, avaricious and grasping, rage following, relentless.
Lilo Hear cacophony, deafened by noise, overwhelmed by silence…
Lawn's crowded, familiar face stares past blankly, unfamiliar waves cheerfully, friend attacks, stranger defends.
Lilo Feels blindly, gropes for a path…
Doors locked, open, shattered; walls close in, open out, nowhere, everywhere.
Lilo Taste metal, blood, sweat, tears, hint of cinnamon…
Halls cage, blot out sun, protect and hide.
Lilo Smell stale air, fresh air, vapours, a tang of chemical, Ambrose's workshop…
DG bumps Lilo, not see her coming, kaleidoscope shifts, follow, must follow, chase, chase Storm.
Princesses run laughing down Finaqua's halls, hear and Hear pitter-pattering feet stamped out by tromp of marching boots drowned by ocean of pitter-pattering feet, stumble into Conservatory, See flames, Smell smoke, recoil at Sight of metal sarcophagi whilst sunshine and music play, bump into guard, polite and smiling, bleeding, dying, Feels chains on wrists, Viewer led away, Viewers caged, cocooned, scared, scared, all scared sometimes, but not to run away, lost, alone, lost in blue, ice blue, anger, falling, flying, empty, something missing, gone, igniting rage, boiling long slow boil into incandescence, vengeance shattering, duty slamming into…into rubble not there, trips anyway and Lilo see only that Lilo is in the Consort's art room anchored in Now, feels the canvases Lilo caught Lilo on in Lilo's hands, a blush bursting to life on Lilo's face as Lilo Hears…
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