|Ariel (defectedfromgod) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2010-05-30 22:30:00
|Entry tags:||ariel, princess|
WHO: Ariel and Princess
WHAT: "A dream"?
WARNINGS: Nah. Though Ariel is very much not in his right mind.
He'd been wandering ever since he'd begun, just hopping portkeys to anywhere; the list of the ones he knew was in his back pocket. His clothes were dirty and ragged, but New York was gone, vanished from the face of the earth. New York was part of hell, and every time he got too close to the epicenter of her influence, the scream grew louder in his brain. He'd learned that the hard way.
He'd just portkeyed to somewhere that looked like London, probably because it was. He remembered the park, the bench where he'd awoken with naught but a key and an identification card. The soft, giggling laugh was unstoppable, and he covered his mouth with both hands to stifle what even he could tell would sound like hysteria to the passersby. He wasn't hysterical; he was running for his life, but why did his life matter anymore? He couldn't remember if it did.