May 2017




RSS Atom
Powered by InsaneJournal

Jan. 19th, 2009


No more windows [Open]

Will sat on the curb in the strange city, trying to re-wrap his trailing bandage. His hand was bleeding again, or maybe just bleeding more. He couldn't tell if it had ever stopped. He didn't think about how he looked, a twelve year old boy with a torn bed-sheet as a makeshift bandage wrapped around his left hand, but he hoped no one would cause a scene. He didn't know this world, or why the knife had brought him here instead of his Oxford.
Bandage tightened and frayed ends tucked in, Will took out the knife. At first he thought it was the light, but when he looked closer, he realized that the infinitely subtle edge, the edge that could cut him a window back to Cittagazze, was dull. It looked like it would still cut through solid lead, but he would not be able to get back to Lyra and Pan, or his mother. His breath came quickly and his hand began to throb as his heart rate rose. He sat down again, suddenly lightheaded, and rested his forehead on his knees. No, no, it wasn't right, he had to get back to his mother! He had to get back to Lyra, had to find his father...
But without the knife, none of it was possible. Will tried his very hardest not to cry, but there was no reason not to. There was no one around, no one to help. He was stuck.

OOC: Open to anyone, but he'll be needing some medical attention soon... *hint*