lancelot (ex_dulac881) wrote in casefile, @ 2018-08-07 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: eliza weiss, character: harrison exley, narration: log/thread, player: holly, player: patty |
WHO: Versions of Harrison Exley & Eliza Weiss.
WHEN: Does time have meaning in dreams?
WHERE: It's anyone's guess.
SUMMARY: What happens when two mythic/folklore creatures have a baby?
WARNINGS: Could be considered a little creepy in parts.
“Mommy.” It was a voice that Eliza didn't recognize. But there was a little person. Their face didn't seem to stay in place, shifting in shadows below a crown of dark hair. Affection blossomed though and Eliza felt herself leaning down to press noses with a giggle from the shift, small person. “Mommy, change!” Came the giggle, a tiny hands pressing her nose like a button. Limbs grew longer, stretching and bending as fingers melted together. It didn't hurt, but her eyesight changed as her nose and mouth pulled forward, longer and longer. More giggling, tiny hands clapping, the lights flickered. “She gets that from me,” a distant voice echoed from another room. “Does she?” Eliza felt her voice hoarse and raggard, through a throat that was stretched and distorted. Her smile feet long, toothy in a way that felt too sharp and maybe just enough. The shifting shadow child toddled forward to press her not face against Eliza's chest, still giggling. “Soft!” “Well, she didn’t get it from the devil.” Now the voice was in the room as Harrison stood leaning against the doorframe. A decided drop in temperature punctuating his presence. A playful nip towards the snuggling child got a shriek of laughter, one that clanged like bells through the chill air. Large, leathery wings folded in on them before the child pushed free, too many voices in one little girl. If she was even one little girl, endless shadows splaying out behind her. “What did she get from the devil?” Eliza felt her wings stretch back out, each joint like a popping finger. “Hopefully everything else.” Fondly and with feeling. There was a laugh that felt more like a bark, deep in her bones. The shifting shadow of their child somehow raising up multiple hands all at once towards Harrison. “Up!” the voice seemed to echo. He glanced down at something small that seemed to be blocking his path, white dust, salt, a miniscule pile of it in the doorway. “Would you do something about this?” Eliza found herself awkwardly on all fours, or maybe it wasn’t as awkward, hooves meeting ground as she grinned wolfish at the shadow daughter. “And I’ll huff, and I’ll puff.” And together they blew the salt away. A whir of colors, and lights filled the room which was rapidly fading into something else. They were outdoors, a faint smattering of stars lighting the sky as they faced the sort of scene that made Harrison wonder if he might hear a distant cry of ‘Cathy!’ in the night air. Many children had wandered off into bogs never to be seen or heard from again. Or at least that was the myth. “Do you think she misses it?” It almost sounded as though he did. “Probably.” There was a ruffle of fur in the chill of the night air. The air was filled with the scent of life, of death, of everything in between. As she watched the shadow child run in the newly found freedom, faint blue glows rising up to mark where she had been and hinting at where she might go. “Do you?” A question for a question. “Don’t you?” “I was all alone. Now I'm not.” A pale smile lit up Harrison’s face as the wispy child zoomed ever closer. He reached for Eliza’s hand. Hoof melted apart, giving way to fingers to wrap around his. |