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MADAME XANADU // n i m u e (i_look) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-03-22 00:44:00

I Look [Ted]
She lacked tarot cards, stars, runes, tea leaves and yet, even half-dead, blind with her limbs bound Xanadu could still found signs of the future to interpret. She could feel her spilt blood splattered over bruised and swollen flesh. She heard the caw of large black birds outside her window. That was enough. The sylph was careful to hide this knowledge after weeks of torture. Her strategy was to tell her captor anything else, nearly everything else, and hide one or two critical facts to obfuscate what she didn't want Baba Yaga to know.

The signs were undeniable. Though the mechanism of her release was still up to interpretation, her suffering was to end. And she was relieved. So much so, that when she heard the sales floor above her creek Xanadu smiled with tears in her eyes calling out, "Death, is that you?" Dehydrated, her throat burned when speaking audibly above a whisper.