Doors Masquerade (doorsmasquerade) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-03-28 00:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: masquerade |
Who: Fallen
What: Reveal
Where: Passages
When: Dawn
Warnings/Rating: None?
No matter what it had told the man in the bowels of the building, there was nothing keeping it from the roof. It no longer bore wings that could carry it away into the heavens, but that didn’t keep it locked away.
It climbed the stairs.
As the sky began to grow lighter, it sat lightly on the edge of the roof, feet tucked up under the black fabric of its shift, and knees to its chest. It was an undignified posture, but not much was dignified about it any longer. Thoughts spilled through its head, recent memories of words and touches. Innocent enough for most, but they pointed to a world up-ended from its usual broken order.
The sun rose, not even a fallen angel able to stop its progress, and sitting on the roof of the hotel, she watched it. Once it was up, she rested her forehead on her knees and cried softly. It lasted until the sun was well into the morning sky. When she couldn’t cry anymore, she finally wiped her eyes as best she could and, once standing and finding the stairwell to take her back inside, smoothed her hair down. Moving as if through thick fog, past others that were still present in the hotel, she found her way to the street, to a cab, to her home.
Inside, she laid down on her bed and closed her eyes. She had thought that the hallucinations had stopped after Seattle, that her long stay in the facility had helped. She hadn’t missed a dose of medication since she arrived in Las Vegas, and had been following her doctor’s instructions. Everything should be under control, but it obviously wasn’t. She knew what she needed to do. If she was hallucinating again, uncontrolled and to the degree she’d experienced the night before, she shouldn’t be on her own. She reached over to find her phone on the nightstand and pulled up her doctor’s number, but she hesitated at hitting the send button. She stared at it for so long that the screen finally went dark again. Soon. She would call soon. But for now, Iris took another dose of her anti-psychotics and anxiety meds (more than she usually would take), rolled over, and lost herself in a drugged fog.