|Baba Yaga (i_cast) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2013-12-31 14:25:00
|Entry tags:||baba yaga, zz:status complete|
Waking up to a new you (Narrative)
Something wasn't right. The anger was gone, the pain less. There was something else that she couldn't put her finger on. The small magic wielder stretched in a bed that felt so very empty, yet she wasn't able to give it up. She curled up again and stared at the empty spot beside her. Yes, something was not right.
She crawled slowly out of bed and made her way to the bathroom and the mirror waiting there. She smiled a little at herself for considering calling on the spirits that sometimes lived in that world between, that world that always looked out from behind glass, captured between glass and mercury. That smile was...odd.
"What have you done?" Her hand lifted to touch the face there. It was still her face, almost more so. The question wasn't for the image staring back at her, but she did wonder. What had happened to the rage? Why wasn't she prepared to rip young pretty things apart? Exposing their hearts without actually removing said hearts from the young ones? Her brows furrowed.
"Oh, darling child, what have you done?" She touched the mirror, giving the image a soft sad smile. She took a deep breath; she needed to find her cabin and think. It was almost a relief to not think of revenge right off. Almost.