Who: Lady Gisborne and Jane Bennet What: Waking up with a dead man in your bed which is not your bed at all is more than a little traumatic for an already crazy person When: Morning of May 1 Where: The Complex hallways Warnings: TBD
It wasn't all that strange, really. Waking up, fully believing Robin to be there beside her. The doctors all called it a weak mental state, and Guy was finally learning to tolerate it. It angered him, she knew, the fact that so much time had passed and she still believed him to be alive. And when she stopped and remembered, when it hit her, she always broke down. All over again. Which just infuriated him further. She couldn't help it, though. The fact that he had left had been hard enough to take. The fact that he was never coming back to her... She couldn't. It was too much.
She'd learned to take everything one day at a time. It was the only way she knew how to live. It was the only thing that would get her out of bed and functioning every day. But then moments like this happened. Moments where she fully believed him there, holding her. He felt so real and so solid and she simply wanted to go back to sleep and never leave that dream state, where he wasn't gone.
It was so vivid this time. She'd even aged him, added all those years away to his face. Maybe she really had finally lost it. She'd never know why Guy had still wanted to marry her, given she was, as everyone said, "fragile". But he had and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. It wasn't a horrible life, she supposed, given the state England had been plunged into. Not many men would put up with her the way she was and would have put her out on the streets long ago. That still didn't change how empty she felt, how unfulfilled.
The image of him didn't fade this time, though, long after her eyes opened. Her chest tightened, realizing perhaps that she couldn't escape this time. That maybe he wasn't going anywhere, and that was actually a terrifying thought. Trapped in her own mind.
And that was when the rest of her surroundings hit her. This wasn't the castle. It wasn't even the Manor. It...didn't even make sense. There were things around, things she didn't recognize. And her clothing... She also didn't recognize. This didn't even make sense. Yes, she was prone to bouts of insanity, even she knew it.
But this? Took 'crazy' to a far new level. Robin she'd imagined before. A whole other location with things she didn't even know?
She scrambled out of the bed to her feet, stumbling into the hallway. All she found there was more of the unknown, more confusion. She pulled open a few doors before finding the one leading into what appeared to be a main hallway. There had to be answers. There had to be. She couldn't have reached this point, couldn't finally be trapped in her own mind to the point of no escape.