April Kennedy (alethicapril) wrote in nowhereisland, @ 2018-05-15 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | april kennedy (alethicapril), snow white (oncesnow) |
Who: Snow and April, and later Persephone
What: Re-establishing contact
Where: Snow's house to start
When: Early morning, a week after this
Status: Handwaved and closed.
Open: Closed to those mentioned
Rating: Mild for now, will change if it gets higher
The sun beat down blindingly from a cloudless sky, making everyone below it blisteringly hot. Those who had braved the heat were sporting caps or shades or both, and little hand held electric fans. As she passed a window, Snow's reflection smiled back at her, beads of sweat running down her face as her fan slowed and sputtered to an untimely death.
The scene skipped, and now Snow was in a nearby alley, face to face with a rough looking thug pointing a knife at her, the sun reflecting off the blade through the mouth of the alley. The thug appeared to be demanding something, but there was no sound save Snow's rapid heartbeat and the blood pulsing in her ears. The thug got mad and lunged with the knife at Snow's throat...
April woke with a start, barely stifling a scream.It had been a week since she had made her prophecy for Snow, and she had been revisiting the images in her dreams almost every night since, always waking up just as the attacker jumps at Snow, except once when she saw that the attacker had taken Snow's locket that her prince had given her, but left Snow unharmed.
As snow stirred more, she became aware of a warm feeling at her waist, and quickly realized that the wound she had there - which had been getting worse since her powers had began to play up - had now reached a point where her nightmarish tossing and turning had opened it up and it was bleeding through her night clothes
Climbing to her feet - which shook and struggled and threatened to give way beneath her, but stayed true to their task - April grabbed the t-shirt she had chucked on the end of her bed and, slowly lifting the pajama top which had stuck to her waist, tied it tightly around her waist - grimacing as she did so - to stem the bleed. Then she grabbed her glasses - which she had been prescribed a few days before when her vision had begun to deteriorate - and put them on.
Her vision clearer now, and the bleed slightly under control, April made her slow way through the corridors of her new home with one arm locked around her waist, and the other arm leaning against the wall for support as - on very shaky legs - she limped so heavily that she could hear and feel her ankle clicking with each step she took on it. Eventually - following the smell of food - she made it to the kitchen and managed to get to a seat at the table unsupported without falling over, and grimacing as she bent her rebelling body into the seat. "M-m-m-m-m-morning S-s-s-s-s-s-snow" April greeted, her stutter now heavier than it had ever been, even way back when it had first developed.