Princess Luna (mare_inthe_moon) wrote in compass_comm, @ 2015-02-26 18:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~hansel, ~princess luna |
Who: Princess Luna & OPEN
When: Midnight
Where: The (Clint's) Old House, Outside
What: Thinking
Rating: Low
Open
The night felt so short to her, and quick, too, despite it only being midnight. It was like noon time for people of the day. The princess went about her usual routine, going here and there, but she could not bring herself to seek the dreams tonight. Something pulled her elsewhere. A photograph on this....cell phone device. She lay on her bed with her wings open to either side, inky black and blue hair spilling upon the pillows, her shoulders, down her back, skin otherwise bare save for the silver of her ornamentation at her throat, wrists, and ankles. That sparkling crown of hers rest on a stand at the dresser, a glimmer in the dark of the room which held only dim lighting.
Up into the air her arms held the phone and she flicked through it. Photo, photo, photo...A man smiling, a woman who looked like she smiling, a baby. A pair of giant mice in a dress and tuxedo. A giant duck in a sailor's collar. A baby, a baby, a baby. The woman and the baby. The man and woman and the baby. The man and woman. The man and woman kissing. The man, the man, the man.
"Who are you?" Luna asked as she looked at the image, bringing the phone closer to look at the screen. She lay there, silent once more, staring at the image. She did not understand, she did not remember, yet a part of her felt like she knew that man, that child, that woman. The woman was herself. It could not be, she had not been here before, how could it be she? No, she had been here. She did not remember it but she had. No. Yes.
Getting up from the bed she put the phone down and went to her closet to put on a dress. Everything fit so well, it accounted for her great wings and everything, yet she had never asked for it. This island was so strange, by magic, and she did not question the magic so much as she questioned how she could be in those photographs on her phone without remembering it. Who took them? Did she? Some had her arm in it like she had turned the phone around, some seemed as if the phone were floating off in the distance. Where was that giant mouse? Who was that man? Who was that baby? The baby....she remembered a baby...no, yes. Maybe. No, she knew someone here with a baby. That baby? Yes, no...maybe.
Dressed, Luna took the phone and escaped. She flew through the air with a great waft of her wings and soared in the cold sky without fear. She had to know! It was driving her mad. So she flew and flew until she stopped at a building, the one labeled as in a photograph. It looked the same so she stopped and hung in the air outside, staring at it. It felt familiar and so new, like she had never seen it. What was going on? Was this place playing games with her? What was happening? Was she going mad? It was possible...one thousand years in the moon and little conversation anyone was to go mad.
"Who are you?!" the princess called at the building. "I wish to know! Who are you! Who is this!? What is going on here?" Luna dropped the phone as she flew to the window and peeked inside. Empty. Nothing. Ugh. She looked to the door and knocked at it, then pound at it, then flew to the roof and sat there on the edge of the roof where her fingers pushed furiously at the buttons of the phone. Baby photo, baby photo, baby photo. Man. Man. Man. Man and woman and baby. Man and woman. Woman. Man. Man.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" There was a clatter as she dropped the phone where it skittered upon the steps and down to the main ground, buried in the snow. Luna only huffed, crossing her arms in the cold, watching her breath dissipate in the air.