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starts Oct 25th, after returning from this encounter in East Hallow
It's evening by the time Blue gets home from East Hallow and the decidedly terrible idea that had turned out to be. It's still prickling down her skin and twisting at her lungs, the way the ghosts had mobbed her, the eerie feeling of being unwanted or watched and the dizzy nausea of having her power drained. Blue can't quite separate or tell where one ends or begins.
Please, please, listen to me.
She's held it together pretty well since leaving, or she thought she had, but as she gets to the door she realizes she's been gripping her keys, clenched like a weapon between her fingers, so hard her hand's shaking.
Get out, now.
She takes a breath, trying to shake the voices of the dead from her, trying to be normal as she double-times it up the stairs and to the apartment door.
"Kat? I'm home." Even to her it sounds a little wobbly.
It's evening by the time Blue gets home from East Hallow and the decidedly terrible idea that had turned out to be. It's still prickling down her skin and twisting at her lungs, the way the ghosts had mobbed her, the eerie feeling of being unwanted or watched and the dizzy nausea of having her power drained. Blue can't quite separate or tell where one ends or begins.
Please, please, listen to me.
She's held it together pretty well since leaving, or she thought she had, but as she gets to the door she realizes she's been gripping her keys, clenched like a weapon between her fingers, so hard her hand's shaking.
Get out, now.
She takes a breath, trying to shake the voices of the dead from her, trying to be normal as she double-times it up the stairs and to the apartment door.
"Kat? I'm home." Even to her it sounds a little wobbly.