Doors Halloween (doorsween) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-10-29 09:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: halloween |
Who: See no evil
What: Reveal
Warnings: None
There was a great gulp of air as she woke from the sleep that creature had put her into, the eternal sleep of the dead and the damned, and immediately, her hand came up to her neck, her face, feeling for the wounds that should have been there, the bandages that had covered her eyes. Her hand was shaking when she found nothing but what should have been there, smooth skin, unmarred and lacking in scars, and she stared at her fingers as she tried to calm her pounding heart.
She didn't want to think too hard about what her guise for the evening had meant, what deeper meaning lay in being a blinded thing, but she felt that whomever she had encountered in the baths had more to worry about. She could still hear that voice, the hiss of words, the secrets that weren't, and she had to shake off the chill that ran up her spine with the memory. Her hands came up to rub at her arms, willing the goosebumps that had risen to smooth back down, and then with her head ducked down, she saw herself out of the hotel and into the early desert morning.
There was a chill in the air, the sort that often surprised people who hadn't been in the desert long, but she enjoyed the feeling of it on her skin. It helped wash some of the evening away as she stood on the sidewalk, searching out one of the early-morning cabs that haunted the streets. It took several minutes to find one, and sinking in to the vinyl covered seat, she let out a long sigh. One hand was raked back through her hair, and after giving the cab driver her address, she leaned her head against the window and watched the world pass by.
There was a time, she could remember, when things weren't so complicated, but now every step she took seemed to be met with resistance, the sort she wasn't entirely familiar with overcoming. School hadn't been like this, hadn't been one struggle after the next, and struggling wasn't her forte. She was strong, and no one would ever be able to say different, But that didn't mean she didn't have moments of weakness, and the last months had been nothing but weakness for her. A step forward and two back, and her thoughts went to him as they always did. It wasn't just that felt she deserved him more than anyone else, but that she thought they belonged together, and that had to count for something.
She wasn't used to losing. And she feared that was the side she was on.
Sighing, she tucked her thoughts and fears back away, unable to let them dwell on the surface of her thoughts, and a smile was given to the driver as he pulled up outside the Aria. A couple of bills were passed to him to cover the fare and then some, and she walked up to the building with her shoulders squared and her walk confident. A nod to the desk and an elevator to her floor. Yes, she had promised him that she would leave, that she would lease the place out to someone else, but right then, she didn't care about her promises. She wanted the place that had been given to her (nevermind that she had all but asked for it), so she let herself into her suite and locked the door behind her. Chloe ran a hand back through her hair again, raking it away from her face, and after pouring herself a glass of wine, she retired to the long, low sofa that sat in front of one of the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the city. And there she sat and thought and tried not to hurt.