Alec Sage (fadedmemory) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-07-02 21:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2032 07, bella swan, edward cullen |
RP: Sparkling Mango Tree
Characters: Edward, open. He is insistent that this post will draw a Bella. IDK what to tell him.
Time/Date: July 2, noonish
Location: outisde
Warnings/Rating: TBD - likely none
Summary: Edward angsts. Shock, I know.
Status: open, ongoing
He had been trying, unsuccessfully, for several days to get Alice out of the hotel. Dreaming, regardless of the frequency of it and however subtle it appeared, was an unnatural occurrence for their kind and meant outside influence. They were never out of themselves for a long enough period of time for their minds to develop any sort of plot to their thoughts, and to get distracted in such a way. Edward himself had zoned out one evening staring at the clock and several hours had gone by before he had returned to himself.
It was simply unnatural.
He was dreaming of Bella, of course, and that was the one thing that - had this strangeness not continued for such an extended period of time - would have made Edward think that he was really just losing his mind. To be absent from her for such a long period of time so soon after returning from Italy... she must be going as out of her mind with worry as he was. He felt so horribly guilty that he could not find a way to return home to her, and prayed dearly that the rumours that perhaps time had no meaning in this world were true, and that when this experiment was over he would be returned to her and she would not have noticed a difference.
In the meantime, he would have to trust that if time was not stopped, the rest of his family would keep her safe, even if their continued absence was a big part of the reason why Alice was continuing to stay in her room, struggling to recover the day dreams, allow them to overcome her. He was truly beginning to fear for her mental health, that she would rather live in a drugged hallucination than attempt to survive in the world, and worried that if this was a test, Alice was failing. But he could not get her to leave, and... there were times when he did not wish to. He knew the allure of the dreams, and he did not wish to tear her away from the few moments that she got to spend with Jasper in this foreign place.
But he was growing weary, and hoped that by getting some air, he could properly cleanse his system of the putrid gas filling his lungs, or the toxins in his veins, or whatever it was that was causing the scientists to control his dreams in such a way.