trinity lynn (trinlynn) wrote in reoccurrence, @ 2020-09-02 20:19:00 |
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Aparation was never something Trinity particularly enjoyed. It was uncomfortable and nauseating. Having someone else doing the work was ten times worse. She stood in the strange room she found herself sandwiched in with Tonks, fighting that initial urge to vomit as it spun around them cruelly. After a few moments, and a few deep breaths, she followed Tonks into the room beyond. It was disorienting for a moment. It was a feeling that was quickly replaced with one of relief. Being out of Obediah's flat was refreshing enough, even though she was still inside. Being amongst other people who were largely in the same situation was a weight lifted off of her shoulders. She wandered around the room slowly, taking it all in. The message board with small postings about it, the furniture. There were others, but all their faces blurred together as she tried to take in the room as a whole. "Right. Cool," she said softly to no one. "We're all dead. That's a thing." |