suffers from a bleeding heart (crogan) wrote in cirque_rp, |
When the supernatural of the cirque normally dined or killed indiscriminately in the past, it was rare and fleeting. Just something buzzing in the back of Meredith's mind that would make her forget what she was doing. Something she just chalked up to be absentminded because she had always been that way. Just like she had always been practically legally blind but didn't know it until she was seven. It just had always been that way.
This, this was different. This was a din all at once never stopping-- never stopping-- and it caused for her to emotionally trash in such thick, rolling, poisonous waters reaching out for whatever she could find.
Meredith felt the Ringmaster split the air in her trailer. He was a flat desert right before a sandstorm and it was comforting. It was salvation. She could feel it. Meredith reached out and grabbed at Kennet's forearm when he tried to still her, even though she couldn't stop sobbing-- Couldn't stop dry-heaving from the stress her body was going through.
Her standing on her feet was by Kennet's strength alone. Meredith was all snot and swollen face with the insanity of her tears. She shook her head, gripping his arms with both hands. He was the lifeline. Hot, smooth sand but a sizzle and stir in the air. Spices. "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know." Meredith canted sounding more like a wishful prayer than confusion.