Zoë Annelise Griffin ☾ Remus Lupin (bewarethemoon) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-08-04 02:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | dominick alexander, zoë griffin |
Who: Zoë Griffin and Dominick Alexander
What: Meeting in dreams
When: Tuesday night, August 3rd 2010
Where: Zoë's subconscious?
Rating: TBD
That night she'd gone to sleep the same way she always did. She brushed her teeth, got under the covers, and read a book until she drifted off. Only tonight was different. Tonight she went to bed knowing she wouldn't be alone once she'd gone to sleep. Dominick Alexander was going to be there waiting for her. Zoë wasn't exactly sure what had come over her, but there was something about him that made her do the out of the ordinary. Such as, but not limited to, inviting strangers into her dreams. She finally drifted off, and it was only peaceful for a few minutes before the terror started.
Zoë was walking through the woods. Human. Breathing in the night air, she felt relief. And then she looked up at the sky and a full moon blinded her with a vengeance. She threw her head back and pain filled her face. Bones broke, her body bended in ways that no normal human being could, pupils dilated and terrible screams. She had become the worst part of herself.
The rivers ran blood and forests flew by with the ground unsettled beneath her paws. A heart beat, loud and echoing through space. Or was it a million heart beats beating as one? Blood pumping through veins, a pulse in the neck throbbing. The faces of everyone she held dear, dead. Zoë mourned them. If she could, she would end her life to make sure she never ended theirs.
The full moon waned, and Zoë let out a low groan as she felt her body retake its original form. The form she knew, the one that wasn't a stranger to her. Still inside her subconscious, she came to. Naked and shivering, huddling inward on herself and clutching her knees. Always so naked, they could see right through her couldn't they. Zoë stayed like that for a long time, unable to move and let out a quiet sob as she kissed her own skin. Was it even hers? Sometimes it felt like she was borrowing it. Borrowed skin, a borrowed life. Someday she and everyone she knew would pay the price for that. She dreaded it.
She wasn't naked anymore. She was standing on a stretch of beach, looking out at the ocean as the breeze blew through her long hair and she was clothed in a white dress that fell loosely around her. As loose as her borrowed skin felt. The sea air was soft and forgiving on her skin and she breathed in deep, standing perfectly still as she faced the water and wrapped her arms around herself once more. She felt like she had been waiting for something. Someone? So she waited.