Selene (dealing_death) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-06 08:00:00 |
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Current music: | Vide Cor Meum: The City of Prauge Philharmonic |
Who: Selene (it can be open if anyone wants to find her.)
Where: St. Vibiana’s
Why:
When: Several days after she met Dr. Sable at the book store.
Status: Narrative, closed, though if Seth or Logan wanted to tag, that would be cool too.
Rating: Character Death..but an ungory one. Most won’t even find this sad.
The scrap of parchment left behind by Doctor Sable had been translated. Her loopy, elegant cursive scrawled out the passage. A believer she was not, at first, yet as she began to wither like a flower in the desert heat, Selene found herself reading the verse again. Death was coming for her, galloping atop his black steed. A shaking finger traced over the words she had written.
And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.
All around the cryptic message were notes she had made in her manic state, tiny drawings of horses and scales. Incoherent thoughts. There was not a drop of packaged blood left in the church. She had drank it all in a frenzy. Nothing. Nothing helped the hunger that was driving her mad. Madness was beginning to wane giving way to weakness. Her limbs were heavy, walking was slow at best and her heart hardly felt the urge to beat. No longer did her eyes sparkle but belonged to the dead, sunken in and circled by the blackest rings. The luster that made her ebony mane shine was gone. Milk toned skin had been tinged gray. Thought no longer came easily. Her ravaged mind often thought of Logan. His smile, his eyes and the love he gave her.
Dr. Raven Sable.
Scales?? Horses.
Hungry. Find Seth……trouble.
I love you.
The pen fell from her fingers, hitting the wooden floor it rolled under the baby grand piano in the foyer.
The paper fell from her hand, lightly dropping to the ground like a leaf on the wind.
Like a paper doll, so thin and delicate, Selene fell too. Through the stained glass windows, high above, colorful light rained down upon her, giving back some of the stolen tint to her lifeless body. One final breath left her parched lips. The thick veil of lashes that rimmed her once lustrous eyes remained open as she stared off into eternal night.