Theresa Caroline Keller (snowiswhite) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2009-12-17 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | dracula |
Who: Theresa, Vlad, & Emil
What: Plot thickening.
Where: The catacombs under Bellum Letale. That's right. We've got catacombs.
When: During the latter part of the masquerade.
Warnings: Violence, swearing.
In the dim blackness behind a curtain made of ink in textile, Theresa pulled her mask from her face and sighed as the cool dank air caressed her sweaty cheeks. She wasn't comforted by the mask, nor by her own identity. It was all the same anyway, and the state of her expression didn't seem to make much of a difference on the world regardless of the set of her features, sculpted by her own hands or others. What she had seen and what she had done in the ballroom made her feel heavy, a lead coat laid gently on her shoulders so long ago that she was only now feeling the weight as she tried to push her spine against it. Somewhere, sometime, she had stopped paying attention, and her back had curved and her eyes had blurred and her mind had gone soft. She was old, and set in her ways, and she wasn't yet forty. Once she had thought forty to be an impossible number, too far gone and away to ever be reached. Now she thought she might reach it, but the prospect held no interest to her, no light at the end of the tunnel, just one long tube of shadow growing ever narrower and pushing her shoulders ever lower.
She wandered away from the heat and noise of the masquerade, deeper into the strange corridor behind the curtain. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going; the punch felt like gently simmering nectar at the bottom of her stomach, and she could think about such horrible things that might live in the darkness without being afraid. It came to her that she wasn't exactly sure how to get back to where she was going, and she couldn't tell if the noises were coming from above, or below, or behind, or ahead. She could be on the path of Dante, Virgil awaiting her with a pathetic smile, and not know it. This barely sinks through the growing emptiness that she feels seeping out of her heart and through her skin. She walked on.