Vaughn Davis (shebringscurses) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-02-10 00:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | beast, black forest witch |
Who: Vaughn & Daniel.
What: Face to face.
Where: R1.
When: Late, after midnight. The tenth.
Warnings: Something warning-worthy, I'm sure.
The building seemed empty. The walls were hollow bones that rattled the sounds of Vaughn's steps back at her. But there was no other sound in the stairwell, just her. No voices from above or below. It was late and if Vaughn wasn't the one out haunting the masses.. she supposed they just slept in. Not that she minded the lack of plebeian interference. On this night, the solitude was welcome.
The gaunt click of her steps, the shallow hitch of her breathing when it snagged on smoke-clot lungs. It was a soundtrack in the stairwell, something that kept her focus in the ascent. Wintry fingers clung to the rail and drew her upward, to the roof, the bell tower, the cage and what it contained. Twisting her killer carriage past the final hallways, the silence was a throbbing ache. There seemed to be nobody around, and Vaughn looked like herself for the first time in weeks when she crested the final stair. All spilled milk and rotkink hair. She was swathed in the only thing that complimented her, so many shadows. All inky chiffon and clingfilm black satin, shredded layers that looked part nightgown disaster / part nightmare cocktail dress. The seam of her stockings was taken over with puckered holes and sheer runs.
She ran her fingers across the door of R1 before knocking. And when she did, it was in a slow series of three. Knock. Knock. Knock.
Ominous, echoing. Little pig, little pig, let me in.