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★ ☆ ✰ (vespertine) wrote in bellumlogs,

Re: Outside the Palace
[Continued from this.]

The frozen night air would rejuvenate her stale and static senses, wouldn't it? It would cradle her cheeks, bemuse her into believing her condition was harmless. It would assert her equilibrium from being subdued by fatigue and cravings; sturdy it. It would solidify the spine that felt so soft and weak from walking. Lily had high desires for the promises of outside. Everything in the ballroom was too searing, too full of motion. It was beginning to make her feel woozy.

Beginning to make that voice feel ravenous.

The new acquaintance she'd made was not one she would let go of lightly. She needed him to come with her. Sebastian was the only thing here at this point which made her feel at any hue of the shades of other, awful things she currently felt, sane. He was from where she was from. Without him, she'd be all alone again.

The moonlight sliced through the tendons of clouds with the precision of a sculptor. It stuck itself into the ground as substantially as a marble pillar, and just as cold. The voice she had heard before taking this exit could have been a crowd of anyone. A crowd of revelers, of an audience of some compelling performance. It was not until she had made it out however, that the anger of the voices were more so distinct ...

And when they'd opened the door, seeing the rush of people who so enthusiastically pursued a group of others, she naturally hesitated to fully exit, but was faced too quickly with the decision of staying in or out of the palace.

The door shut behind her. The die was cast.

Sebastian and Lily became the newest targets of the mob, and although every muscle in her body ached before... adrenaline informed them all to run now. The villagers faces were contorted by hatred. Their terrible grip held torches. She grabbed Sebastian's hand. "We have to go!" and ran toward where the other group of people were headed, which didn't seem like anywhere distinct, instinctually. Though through an entirely different avenue of avoiding fire or angry clutches. They were close to the others by now, and this was hardly turning out to be a good thing. People were dying. There was a tiger. The plants were alive. Chaos was all around her and she felt disembodied, but knew to keep running.

She could smell... blood, fresh blood, and this energized her. That voice.