Ripley Morstan (daimonion) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-09-27 19:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ripley morstan, location: the warlock's mines |
Narrative: Tolling The Days
WHO: Ripley Morstan [Open to Rob or anyone else for reaction]
WHEN: Thursday, September 25th [backdated]
WHERE: A cell, The Warlock’s Mines
Ripley sat on her small bed with a blanket wrapped around her. But it couldn’t keep all of her warm. The half-demon had forgone her glamours, too tired and emotionally spent to sustain them. Her wings hung draped like wet lambskin precariously perched on her back and shoulders. Her long brown hair was frizzled and messy as she kept it loose to somehow repel the emotionless and cruel stone golems that had come for her three times since throwing her back in the cell near Rob’s feet.
If she had her lighter, she would have burned her way through her cellmate’s chains and the bars of their cell. But the shiny silver tool must have fallen out of her pocket when she was taken. Now, she felt so useless. Ripley had come to St. Margaret’s to learn more about magic, about what she could do since she was only half-demon. She wondered now if it had been a mistake, had she traded one death sentence for another.
At times Ripley could hear the others talking, crying, or shouting obscenities. She had let her manners slip in the days-now-weeks of her captivity. Davian’s favorite word was now littering everything she spoke and thought.
“Fuck this.” “Are we ever going to get out?” “Who the fuck is this fucker?”
Pain and sadness did this. If only she knew more magic.
Ripley swore to herself that she would not cry. But sample-taking, crying of others in the nearby cells, and Rob’s being chained wore down her oath. She waited until she was pretty sure Rob was asleep to bury her face in her blanket and cry. Who wanted another crying girl, another halfsie broken down by the circumstances. Thank goodness Davian wasn’t her cellmate. She would never heard the end of his silver-tipped tongue taunts. Her mother’s gold wedding band remained around her neck, silently tolling.