Damaia (i_cast) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-07-21 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | baba yaga, eric northman, worlds collide |
This old chicken leg cabin (Eric)
The crone sighed softly as she stretched; her body felt...normal. It wasn't that she had felt overly abnormal, off, but the feedback from her surroundings had felt different. They were not the ones she'd grown accustom to. Rather than shooting up and out of whatever bed she lay in, she curled up tighter and willed herself back to sleep. She'd worry about cleaning up later.
Later seemed to come quicker than she had expected. She felt the rumblings as the cabin in which she felt most at home lift and start walking. She didn't move from her curled up spot; it was just too damn comfortable, even with the blood and such on her clothes. The rocking was slight, but enough to send her back to dreaming about multiple Erics and Pams. It was enough to make an old woman giddy.
Finally, with the thud of a settling cabin, she stretched, pushing the covers from her body. She glanced down, making a face. She looked at the homespun sheets and rustic bedding, the bed just as "rustic." She looked around at the other minimal furnishings before glancing over the herbs, the bones, the kettles, the pots, the books. The bits and pieces that were her tools of a trade she had given up long ago, mostly.
"You should go back." She couldn't be angry at it, not at the moment. She felt oddly in need of the comfort of the familiar. She'd been scared, alone, angry, and it had been the first time that she had also been mad that someone hadn't come along to save her. "You should go back; I'm not her anymore. I haven't seen the face staring back at me in the mirror." She got out of bed.
"And if you tell anyone I said that, I'll kill you. I can, you know?" The cabin just gave a slight shake. It could have kicked her out. It had before, but it seemed content for the moment to be her safe haven. It was better than any old abomination, wasn't it? She still needed it. Plus, it wasn't like it'd want to go back to the Farm; it could roam free in the Park.
This was what the crone came back to. And, the "human" moment was just as confusing as everything else she'd been feeling recently.