Shame or embarrassment would have been natural at being caught wandering around looking like a lunatic that had escaped the local asylum yet Valerie felt neither. There was a void. An emptiness that resounded from within and weighed everything else down. Could gravity work on the soul? Perhaps she had she lost it along the way. Could you lose it without dying, the same way you lost keys or money by simply misplacing it and then forgetting where you’d left it for later? Or could it float off by itself to leave you behind, too disgusted to remain, like Peter Pan’s shadow?
Valerie didn’t own a sewing kit.
“Oh.” Valerie pushed her sleeve back up to her elbow, her gaze traveled along the long gash, assessing it for the first time. Maybe it was deeper than she’d thought. Her eyes went back to Julianna and lingered, then back off into the darkness, not really looking for anything so much as acknowledging their surroundings. She belonged in the dark. To the night. They were familiar. Shadows were not friends but they offered a sense of… Belonging.
“Yes.” She said, belatedly as her gaze drifted back to Julianna, and she stepped closer, instinctively holding her arm out, palm up. Unsure what else to do with it. “Thank you.”
Either her eyelids were heavy or her eye’s were dry but blinking was somewhat uncomfortable. She did it anyway, then asked quietly, “Where do they go when they’re turned, the spirits? With so many Gods and monsters… Where do they go?”
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on 2013-12-28 06:50 am (UTC)Valerie didn’t own a sewing kit.
“Oh.” Valerie pushed her sleeve back up to her elbow, her gaze traveled along the long gash, assessing it for the first time. Maybe it was deeper than she’d thought. Her eyes went back to Julianna and lingered, then back off into the darkness, not really looking for anything so much as acknowledging their surroundings. She belonged in the dark. To the night. They were familiar. Shadows were not friends but they offered a sense of… Belonging.
“Yes.” She said, belatedly as her gaze drifted back to Julianna, and she stepped closer, instinctively holding her arm out, palm up. Unsure what else to do with it. “Thank you.”
Either her eyelids were heavy or her eye’s were dry but blinking was somewhat uncomfortable. She did it anyway, then asked quietly, “Where do they go when they’re turned, the spirits? With so many Gods and monsters… Where do they go?”