Lily Evans (emerald_eyes) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-06-13 15:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 06, james norrington, lily evans |
RP: Day Four and Counting
Characters: Lily, Norrington
Time/Date: Evening June 13, 2032
Location: northern edge of the island, near the white line
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Lily goes through the motions of another day
Status: Complete
Lily woke with the usual sense of disorientation and borderline panic, though it wasn't as bad as it had been her first day. It wasn't the matter of an empty bed that was throwing her - she hadn't yet consented to share James' bed with him, determined that at least something should wait until after the wedding - but the fact that it wasn't her bed. It wasn't her room. The lighting was off, the smells were off, and she had the damnedest feeling that she was being watched constantly.
Only in the bathroom did she not feel it, but even then she wasn't completely sure there wasn't something observing her. The note had said as much, hadn't it? That she'd be observed? If people were going to steal people away from their homes, she doubted they much cared for modesty or privacy.
She went through her usual morning routine of showering to wake up, cleaning up and eating breakfast. She spent the day puttering around her room and reading before doing a late afternoon shopping trip. She baked some biscuits simply for something to do, and wished she had someone to give them to.
Wished she knew she wasn't alone. She thought she was hearing voices now, and she paused outside one room in the hallway ... thinking she'd heard someone moving behind it.
Either way, she let herself out and roamed to her favorite spot in this place. There was a place just on their side of the white line where she could see the ocean. It was a form of self-torture, she knew, because she stood just by that line and thought about crossing it. If she could get to the water, she could somehow find a way off the island ... but the warning always stopped her.
Maybe nothing would happen. Maybe the note had been a lie. Maybe they just said that to keep people in, just another form of caging them. She didn't see anything on the other side of the line, but she couldn't see wards or magical triggers, either. She'd tried to detect them, but her magic reacted oddly to the spells she tried to cast by the line - at least the ones set on detecting any dangers.
Tonight, she simply stood by the line and gazed across it, her eyes half-closed as she listened to the soft, strangely soothing sounds of the water and let her thoughts chase themselves in circles. Stay here, cross the line. Wait alone until she went mad from lack of company, in which case she'd probably cross the line because she wouldn't have anything else to do.
Lily's body relaxed slowly, her mind slightly detached as she simply stood and listened and thought.