judas_ophidia (judas_ophidia) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-12-20 12:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie, judas / ophidia |
WHO: Ophidia and Charlie
WHAT: An incubus in female skin pays a beast a visit
WHEN: Now-ish?
RATING: Probably high.
STATUS: In progress!
It had been...quite a while since she'd seen Charlie. After his fight, she'd gone to him, cossetted him as best as she was able; the poor man had been like a wounded animal, then, upset and angry and hurt, and she'd given him what she could. All of what she could. She did that for the people she cared about; she gave until there was nothing left of her to give, she gave him everything inside herself except for the one tiny secret that she was sure would drive him to rampage.
He still didn't know that this was but one form of two, and not the original, and she still wasn't certain how she was going to tell him. After the fight with Arkady, she'd felt...adrift. A need to take care of Charlie, and a need to amend things with the Ringmaster...she felt like she'd broken off from something that she desperately needed. Arkady was...a friend, and more than a friend to her, and she'd...hurt him, and that hurt her.
Then she'd heard that Charlie had slept with--or been sleeping with?--the shadow-girl from the haunted house. And it had...bothered her. Immensely. She didn't like it, and she didn't like that she didn't like it. It's not as though she and Charlie were a thing. She'd known that going in. He didn't form attachments like that, or deep relationships. For God's sake, he was a chauvinistic pig! Though she supposed that wasn't entirely true, or fair...Charlie was an equal-opportunity superior. He believed he was better than everyone.
But she'd stayed away. Been herself, in her own male skin, for a while. Asked Arkady for a few days off from the contortion act...she told him the truth, then. That she was a little scared. That Judas was slipping away because of all the time she'd been spending as Ophidia.
It was...a harrowing thought. She'd put Ophidia away, for a week or so. But now...now she was wearing this skin again, and though it felt a little strange it was all right; it was daylight, the only time she'd go into the haunted house, and she went questing for a minotaur.
"Charlie...?" Gods, she really hated this place. Tight, twisting corridors and it was so shadowed, even in the daytime...she hesitated at the doorway, took a deep breath, shivered a little. She knew where his room was, roughly...she just had to remember how to find it.
"Charlie, are you in here? It's Phi...I'm coming to find you."