Alexandria Rose Nash | Urðr (urdr) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2011-09-21 08:32:00 |
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Under blue moon I saw you... [Narrative]
Who: Alexandria and Urðr
What: A meeting in a dream
Where: Alexandria's bedroom/somewhere Else
When: Around 3 AM or so...
Warnings: A little violence. Not too bad, I don't think? Maybe?
Again -- again. It wasn't the body that bothered her. Bodies were meat. Not a sentiment she advertised feeling, but it had been this way since she was a child. Dead was dead, and bodies were meat; that wasn't what haunted her, despite the very unsettling state of the concierge's body when she found him. It was watching, over and over, someone faceless -- or maybe it was that his -- its? -- face was just beyond her field of vision - cutting symbols into him while he still breathed; while he screamed and screamed, somewhere close but impenetrable.
Except she was there.
As the figure raised the wicked, star-bright blade then carved another rune, she tried to look away, but it felt almost as though she didn't have a body to move. She couldn't look away, or even close her eyes. It was there, simply there, all there. She hadn't seen before -- hadn't noticed, and the police had never released any details, but she knew this was true. Those black-gloved hands cut lines with that blade that she recognized -- autopsy cuts. But he was still alive, still alive, and screaming louder now, louder, as the hands pulled his skin aside like a curtain, and Alexandria knew -- Alexandria, it was Alexandria -- knew that if she'd had a stomach, she'd vomit.
Just then, another presence floated beside her. Taller, snow kissed, eerie deep-set eyes with stars where corneas and pupils and retinas were meant to fill ocular cavities. Pale, with deep, dark, long hair and limbs too long to be human. Her fingers were spidery and slender where they plucked Alexandria's hand up, out of nowhere - and suddenly she was there.
"Come."
Her voice -- it was a she, there were breasts, yes, and a long, ice blue flowing gown? dress? Alexandria was sure there must be an accurate name for this thing, but --
"Shh. It matters not."
And they were floating past. She saw Adam, but not Adam, curled up with (as?) an enormous snake. Facing him, asleep, was Jamie -- but bearded, with long red hair, and huge. As they moved past, Alexandria reached out for her brother and her... what was he?
"Not now."
Alexandria turned to her.
"What?"
The creature ignored her question -- but creature wasn't fair. She was beautiful, obviously sentient, but just as obviously not human.
"I am not human, nor mortal," the being said in a voice like an echo, but fuller, heavier. "I am Urðr. What you have seen will haunt you, because you are not ready. But you must become ready."
"What?"
Urðr -- that was her name; it was what she was -- frowned, her expression one of annoyance.
"Not what. You are asking the wrong question."
She sighed, tugging at Alexandria's arm with spindly fingers.
"Torden is inside you. Just a small part, but it is irksome. But 'twas necessary. Would that it could have been one of our sisters -- but 'tis done."
She turned back to Alexandria.
"You will dream of blood and death again. But you will soon begin to see what is or what is to come. Fate is not merely what has been."
Alexandria looked into her eyes and suddenly saw, for just a moment, everything. Her mouth opened, her heart pounded, and Urðr spoke.
"Now awaken, little mortal. Awaken and find out what means to undo what must be."
And then she released her, and Alexandria was falling, falling through matter she could not identify, until she landed in her bed, bolt upright, eyes wide open, shivering and nearly panting as she clutched her blankets to her chest.