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starlightcalliope) wrote2015-11-29 11:22 pm
starlightcalliope) wrote2015-11-29 11:22 pm
We do what we must because we can
A hooded figure sits atop a small dais and waits. Around her, a cave of ice expands into the void, harsh and bright and indifferent. Lava flows past her seat, patiently searing away the ice and the rock, carving streams through the ceiling like veins about to burst.
There is no way to measure the eternity she has spent here, waiting.
There have been visitors, pawns to move with her words and her stories to assure that her signal would arrive, but those have been few and far apart. Her own company has always had to be enough.
Which is not to say that the strange presence suddenly entering this dream bubble is of no interest, however. Not her signal, she knows without a doubt, nor the enemy, and she doesn't think there are any more game pieces to account for. So who? She raises her hollow eyes to meet his, and waits for his approach.
There is no way to measure the eternity she has spent here, waiting.
There have been visitors, pawns to move with her words and her stories to assure that her signal would arrive, but those have been few and far apart. Her own company has always had to be enough.
Which is not to say that the strange presence suddenly entering this dream bubble is of no interest, however. Not her signal, she knows without a doubt, nor the enemy, and she doesn't think there are any more game pieces to account for. So who? She raises her hollow eyes to meet his, and waits for his approach.