she's a dark dizzy merry go 'round, a (tangoaurora) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-05 01:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | aurora sobremesa, ongoing, player: alice, player: mj, zcallum casca |
I've been coping okay for the most part
Aurora found litter abhorrent. Even living in New York City, which was a trashy and filthy city (that she loved) hadn't made her numb towards that. Which was why, on her way back home from the bigger grocery store in Atlantic City, she veered off the path towards the park to pry a piece of brightly colored garbage out of a bush and drop it in a trashcan. It wasn't that hard, people.
The town was still taking some adjusting. Summerview was ten shades of different than what she had become accustomed the last 30 years or so. Not only was there a lack of Iron (which meant she was feeling more energetic and stronger, but it also meant her magical awareness was sharper than she was used to), but the abundance of magic was...jarring, to say the very least. Not in a positive way either. That, and the quiet. The quiet was maddening. While she had grown up in nature and felt at home with only the sounds of birds, laughter, and animals outside her window, now it was alien. Now she was used to loud, angry people, the chatter of food cart vendors, sirens, the shaking from the subway. Hence the reason she kept making excursions into Atlantic City when Summerview got to be too small, too quiet, too magic. Too much. It was so quiet here. So dark too. There were so many lights in the Bronx that it was easier for her to feel comfortable, but away from the streetlights it was dark here. You could even see the stars. It terrified her. She would adapt. It was just going to be a slow, stuttering adjustment. Now she was pulling sanitizer out of her pockets, cleaning the gunk off her hands, the smell of alcohol momentarily overriding that of the guava and old book smell that clung to her whenever she was using a glamour. Which was pretty much all the time, making her skin tone look like a human, even color, ears appearing pointed as well and eyes made to look mundane. Most didn't in town, but Aurora wasn't comfortable with that anymore. Might not ever be again. Her gloves were essential. The scars that spanned her palms and even bits of her fingers couldn't be hidden by normal glamours, Iron scars were stubborn like that. Worse, were the swirls of Unseelie magic that shined like a neon brand, visible to mundane eyes sure, but they shined and gleamed unnaturally for those with magical blood. They were so essential that it was rather surprising that she didn't notice when one slipped out of her pocket onto the sidewalk as she struggled with getting the other back on. |