Gwynevere ♕ Geula Sinclair (vivatregina) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-04-08 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mini-log, death, gwynevere |
thirteen.
The lightness of her New York apartment unsettles her as she rises. She half-expects monsters to come creeping out of the silence. Monsters in the form of children she'd never had, eyes dark with the sting of betrayal. She'd betrayed them somehow, hadn't she? Why else would they be so battered, skinny and uncared for?
It takes a few steadying breaths to remind herself that these children are figments of her imagination. Merely machinations from the tender hands of that woman.
Her anger could not have been put into words, but she rallies herself into working order with the mundane routine of her typical workday. Soon enough her cheeks are dry, her expression drawn taut in forced normalcy. However, she does not forget that she owes her life to Death (as she always has) and types in a quick filter as her lunch break begins.
[Filter: Death]
Is your ... brother all right?