Darcie Black (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} halfwaytogone) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} light_of_may,@ 2011-07-06 18:45:00 |
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Who: Darcie and Zaviar
Where: Zaviar's house
When: After sunset
Technically Darcie wasn't supposed to be out on her own after the sun went down. Or technically she was really just not supposed to be out on her own unless she was good and drugged, and potentially tired enough that nothing would be able to upset her. Only she didn't like that rule. She didn't like any of the rules that people put on her and thought that she should follow. What did any of them even know about it? Darcie had yet to meet a single person in the world who went through the same things that she did every day when she woke up. Air himself wanted her dead, choked her up, and when she got hysterical enough her entire body would change and everything would melt away. Her opinion was that they should just let her do what she wanted because it was safer for everyone that way. The happier she was the fewer people were in danger. And if that meant letting her go outside when she wanted then why shouldn't she? She shouldn't have to go out through the window that Rodger really needed to put a lock on just to walk the few separating blocks between their house and Zaviar's.
Appointments, meals and shiftings aside she remembered what she'd seen at his front door when she had gone to see him last. Madeleine Gray the fire elemental herself. Acting like she always had. Or how Darcie thought she always had. She could be wrong about that. No I'm not. Clutching at her arms, Darcie walked up to the front door and stood staring at it for a moment. She could smell Knight through the door and then there was the sound of movement. Zaviar was there. And she couldn't even smell the added scent of death that she'd learned to associate with Antonin. So he was alone. Good. Darcie never liked getting upset when she was visiting Zaviar. It tended to end badly for everyone involved and Antonin was very good at upsetting everyone he came in contact with. Irritating black-blooded creature. If Air was really so intent on strangling someone, filling their entire being up with His presence and forcing breaths where they were unnecessary then why not someone who spoke too much? Or certain fire elementals.
Knocking on the door, Darcie entertained herself with something that she thought was an imagined Madeleine gasping as she so often did. Only she didn't know how to beat Air so she'd not wake up again -- all you had to do was stop breathing. No one seemed to understand that. They just thought that she was being crazy when she refused to breathe no matter what they did, not until after she had passed out and woken back up. It was only safe to breathe then because Air had forgotten about her. Right now it wasn't focused on her because of course, it was busy taking care of that figment.