|georgina kincaid (lyndsey hayes) (heartofgold) wrote in paradisolog,|
@ 2016-09-06 20:31:00
|Entry tags:||~barry allen (theflash), ~georgina kincaid (heartofgold)|
WHO: Georgina Kincaid & Barry Allen
WHERE: On the beach
WHEN: Tuesday, before sunset
WHAT: Georgina arrives and ruins Barry’s life
WARNINGS: Feels. Angst. Probably language.
STATUS: Complete when posted
“There is no man in the dream.”
Georgina didn't even know if the dreams were real, but even if they were, she'd never have that idyllic life. If she ever did, she'd screw it up. She'd proved that with what had happened between her and Seth. Yeah, maybe he'd slept with someone else. He'd moved on to someone else. But she'd screwed it up long before that. Or maybe it was just doomed right from the beginning. Whatever the truth there, Georgina knew happily ever after wasn't meant for her.
That was why she'd called Dante. Georgina was tired of being good. She was tired of trying to live by these morals that were getting her no one. What was the use? She'd never even the score. She'd never make up for all the bad things she'd done in her long, long life. Dante wasn't a good guy. She knew that. But she didn't deserve a good guy and right now, after seeing Seth and Maddie so happy together, she wasn't in any mood to be alone, if she ever was.
She was on her way to meet up with him when Arva had approached her. Georgina had known in an instant that she wasn’t human, but she’d also known she wasn’t demon or angel or any other creature - holy or unholy - that she’d ever felt before. Curiosity piqued, she listened to the sales pitch. It sounded too good to be true, but that just made her want to know more. “Sign me up,” she’d told the woman and it wasn’t much longer after that when she found herself standing on a stretch of beach.
Beautiful didn’t seem like an adequate word to describe the paradise around her. Georgina felt herself smiling genuinely for the first time in she couldn’t remember when. She'd changed out of her party dress and dressed for the Seattle winter, which was too much in her new surroundings, so she quickly shed her coat and draped it over her arm. She considered shedding the light sweater she wore underneath, but decided to leave it for now. The air was warm, but not so hot that she needed to lose another layer.
"Hello," she called out, maybe stupidly. She still wasn’t sure how many of Arva’s promises to believe, but curiosity drove her more than fear. She was an immortal, a succubus. There wouldn’t be much in this place that could hurt her and finding another person - human or not - would be the fastest way to learn more.