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"I'm Cursed"
Nov. 6th, 2017 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thekittenqueenWHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: Bungalow #4
WHEN: First few weeks of Nov.
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Visions, illness, memory loss, pain
The last she could remember was being in the fields during midday. The sun couldn't push away the frost and chill, the harbingers of winter's approach. Despite this, the animals were happy, the newly born nannies bounding over the dried grass. Her cow lulled against the growing wind, filling the day with the noises that brought her a measure of peace and contentment. She could recall a flash of blood, the taste sudden and sharp on her tongue. All at once the world flashed a blinding white as her mind felt as if it was ripping apart at the seams. Then there was nothing at all.
When she woke, she was in bed, the sun apparently rising. The hows of returning home seemed insignificant compared to the question of how many days she had been unconscious. Someone had carried her home and for an unknown amount of time, she had slept. Her mouth tasted sour and a waste can was by the bed, smelling of sick. Though she couldn't remember it, she knew that she had stirred only to empty her stomach and then returned to her sleeping coma. Her head didn't just ache, it hurt. Light, sound and taste all mixed to create an unbearable agony. She moaned softly as she pressed her hands against her head, trying to dislodge the pain.
There was someone else with her, seated by the bed, but their face was unfamiliar and shrouded in early morning shadows. She felt as if she knew them, their name so close at hand but lost among everything else. When she could manage to open her eyes, she stared at the person, uncertain and with no recognition in her eyes. "I...know you?" It was a question, not a statement. Everything had disappeared, only the frightening images that lingered in her head and a pain that was enough to make her wonder why death did not come.
Without another word, she turned to the side of the bed and shuddered as she vomited once more.
WHERE: Bungalow #4
WHEN: First few weeks of Nov.
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Visions, illness, memory loss, pain
The last she could remember was being in the fields during midday. The sun couldn't push away the frost and chill, the harbingers of winter's approach. Despite this, the animals were happy, the newly born nannies bounding over the dried grass. Her cow lulled against the growing wind, filling the day with the noises that brought her a measure of peace and contentment. She could recall a flash of blood, the taste sudden and sharp on her tongue. All at once the world flashed a blinding white as her mind felt as if it was ripping apart at the seams. Then there was nothing at all.
When she woke, she was in bed, the sun apparently rising. The hows of returning home seemed insignificant compared to the question of how many days she had been unconscious. Someone had carried her home and for an unknown amount of time, she had slept. Her mouth tasted sour and a waste can was by the bed, smelling of sick. Though she couldn't remember it, she knew that she had stirred only to empty her stomach and then returned to her sleeping coma. Her head didn't just ache, it hurt. Light, sound and taste all mixed to create an unbearable agony. She moaned softly as she pressed her hands against her head, trying to dislodge the pain.
There was someone else with her, seated by the bed, but their face was unfamiliar and shrouded in early morning shadows. She felt as if she knew them, their name so close at hand but lost among everything else. When she could manage to open her eyes, she stared at the person, uncertain and with no recognition in her eyes. "I...know you?" It was a question, not a statement. Everything had disappeared, only the frightening images that lingered in her head and a pain that was enough to make her wonder why death did not come.
Without another word, she turned to the side of the bed and shuddered as she vomited once more.
