War ζ Asya Crawford (redhorse) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-06-11 05:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | cù sìth, death, famine, gabriel, gawain, war |
[When she finally woke up, War felt uncomfortable and cranky. Lord, she was fucking cranky. The ceiling was too white, the sheets were too itchy and there too many tubes going into her mouth, her wrist- and the instinct was to shove them all out. So War did just that, to the alarm of the nurses - which had then ended up in the whole fiasco of having to be strapped to the bed. A week or so trapped in a chemical-induced calm had War so furious it was a miracle no one had been set on fire by the power of her will.
War waking up to flowers and a pair of hulk hands was never going to end well. It just couldn't end like that, even if the ghost of a smile crossed her expression. She's drowsy as fuck, but that had never stopped War before. Oh well.
Her wrists unstrapped, she yanked off the drip and reached over for the phone.]
[Filter: Gabriel]
you feathery fucking stalker
[Filter: Horsemen]
im awake now someone bring me something to fucking eat
[Filter: Gawain]
our parents are freaking the fuck out
tell them to calm down
or ill have to punch someone.
[Filter: CuSith]
rematch bitch