Thalia (muse_amused) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-05-09 20:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | gaia, thalia |
Who: Thalia and Gaia
Where: Thalia's apartment
When: 8:45pm Thursday, after the blackout
Rating: TBD
The sun had gone away again. It was a natural dark, this time. The evening shroud settled lightly over the buildings, everywhere broken by the glow of a hundred thousand city lights -- a long way from the suffocating, impenetrable black that had engulfed the city this afternoon. That didn't make a difference to Thalia, who'd done her best to stave off the creeping shadows. Every light in the apartment was switched on, including a lamp seized from the bedroom and a flashlight, sitting close to hand on the kitchen bench. She had even dug out some scented candles -- shoved absent-mindedly into the back of a drawer and forgotten about until just today -- and had fumbled unsuccessful with a box of matches for a good fifteen minutes, cursing and sobbing, before giving up and lighting them off the stove.
Her right hand still throbbed painfully beneath its makeshift dressing. She hadn't even been able to bring herself to look at it before she bandaged it, relying on the water from the tap to dislodge any stray glass fragments that might still be lodged in the skin. Her arms were covered in scratches, grazes and bruises, yet more souvenirs of her struggle against Darkness' agents. Her cheekbone had begun to swell, and her forehead sported a nasty-looking gash.
The whole apartment was a mess of broken glass, overturned furniture and scattered possessions. The small coffee table was in splinters, the TV smashed beyond all repair, and one of the windows was shattered.
Hard to believe she'd done this all to herself.
In her mind's eye she still saw Night's hordes advancing on her. She felt the chill breath on the back of her neck, the horrid scaly hands that had tugged, grabbed, jostled, sought to pull her into the abyss. Their manic, mocking chittering echoed in her ears. They had been here. They'd come to take her, just the same as they had taken Euterpe. Just as they'd taken Calliope and Terpsichore and Melpomene. And if that darkness had lasted a minute longer... if the sun had not broken through... She couldn't even bring herself to finish the thought.
The attack may only have been a product of the chthonic dark and its phantoms, but to Thalia, it had been very, very real.
A sound outside the door made her stiffen, and her good hand closed automatically on the flashlight.