Claire Voyant (hellonheels_) wrote in timerift_log, @ 2022-03-15 16:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | mcu: tony stark, ₴ inactive: claire voyant |
Who: Claire Voyant & (Open)
What: A little night drinking
When: Just after sundown
Where: Dragon's Breath Pub
Warnings: TBD
Roaming Cardiff by night had become a new habit. Every time midnight hit, she expected to hear the voice of The One She Served sending her off to collect a soul but it never came. He had been quicker at finding her after she'd reawoken after being frozen. That emptiness that was supposed to be her freedom kept filling with dread instead. It was weighing her down, drowning her.
At first, she had hidden away in her bedroom away from the man she was apparently dormed with. She had barricaded the door besides locking it, her paranoia playing on the bubbling dread. Then she had started going out and breathing the sea-side air of Cardiff had helped. She had left at one point to visit some local ruins on an island, cloaked in darkness and the black uniform she'd arrived in so no one had noticed her (as far as she knew). It had been a nice, quiet adventure.
Now, she was settled on a seat at the Dragon's Breath pub with a lovely plate of braised rabbit and some vegetables and a Bee's Knees cocktail (which she'd had to explain to the bartender but that was alright with her). The place was... too bright. Enough that she'd kept her sunglasses on despite the time. It was giving her a headache and she pinched the bridge of her nose. Fuck.