Elia Rousseau (thricedamned) wrote in the_cirque, @ 2024-04-23 11:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, c: elia rousseau, c: grayson brisk |
Who: Elia + Gray
What: Seeking comfort and cuddles.
When: Tuesday, April 23, early morning.
Where: Gray's caravan.
Warnings: Mention of blood/gore, death, violence.
In many ways, Elia was tired. Her mind was exhausted, weary from an evening full of dark deeds and dark thoughts, tired from whirling feelings of rage and guilt. Her body was not tired, exactly. In fact, she was practically humming with energy. The overload could be seen in the ebony taint of the Void on her skin, stretching up past her elbows like a pair of black evening gloves. She had channeled quite a bit of the dark energy that the Void was made of, using it to summon the tiny nightmares that she called familiars, molding it into weapons that she used to cut down the predators prowling Yokohama's darker streets, stepping through the shadows like they were her own personal freeways.
She had gone home only when the first streaks of pink had tinged the sky, allowing Levi to bundle her back into a cab and then escort her back to her home. But she hadn't stayed there longer than it had taken to shower and change her clothes. The mini-dress she had worn had been chucked into the Void. It smelled like blood. She had smelled like blood until she had scrubbed with a sweet-smelling bodywash. The scent was still there, although she thought it was probably in her head, that only she could smell the thick, coppery tang left over when she had turned the human men to ground meat.
Her hair was still wet when she had leaned her forehead against Gray's door, her fingertips coming to rest there as well. The wards etched on the surface were familiar; she had taught them to him, drawn them with him with fingers blackened with chalk. She knew them like the backs of her own hands, but she didn't break through them. Instead a shadow beside Gray's bed coalesced into the familiar form of Beauregard, who clambered up onto the bed chittering urgently. His mistress was there, at the door. She was sad, she wanted Gray, she was at the door, why wasn't he at the door yet?