10-18-2017, 09:17 AM
Unsolicited hands all over her body. She never looked up at the face. Unimportant details. Her body moved. Thoughts floating free. Until a vibration in her pocket broke momentum. A phone call. Right. Connection to reality was the last thing she craved right now, but like a spike to the head it refused to be ignored. Crowded her mind with all the things she had come here to forget.
Out.
She needed out.
Suddenly claustrophobic, she recoiled from the stranger, pushed away and out of the crowd. Seeking escape. The way out. But unsteady steps led down into the press of shadows, the beat of the music growing faint, a pulse point at the jugular. The phone in her hand glowed the distraction of a voicemail. Not the intrusion she had expected. She tapped to listen on speaker.
"Nat..."
Nat? He'd never called her that, but the sound of his voice keened a sharp sense of homesickness. For what? Fuck. It didn't help that her own world was swimming.
"Hey. Hows goin? You alright? Really gotta see you today. Killed some cannibal. Monsters. Ever heard of Private Eye? Me neither. Is real good. I mean i've killed lots of evil Nombres, but this was different. Right, not wrong, which is wrong. Felt good. I'm scared. Oh. I'm also a wizard. Dont tell vanders--"
I'm scared.
I'm scared.
The words caught a hook in her belly. The rest, mumbled, slower to sink in. She combed a hand back through her hair in sudden and inexplicable distress. Tried to force her slippery thoughts into some kind of order. Sit down. Preferably before she fell. Call back. Find out what the fuck was wrong.
Except none of those things happened. And she was not alone.
[[Hope that works, let me know if not]]
Out.
She needed out.
Suddenly claustrophobic, she recoiled from the stranger, pushed away and out of the crowd. Seeking escape. The way out. But unsteady steps led down into the press of shadows, the beat of the music growing faint, a pulse point at the jugular. The phone in her hand glowed the distraction of a voicemail. Not the intrusion she had expected. She tapped to listen on speaker.
"Nat..."
Nat? He'd never called her that, but the sound of his voice keened a sharp sense of homesickness. For what? Fuck. It didn't help that her own world was swimming.
"Hey. Hows goin? You alright? Really gotta see you today. Killed some cannibal. Monsters. Ever heard of Private Eye? Me neither. Is real good. I mean i've killed lots of evil Nombres, but this was different. Right, not wrong, which is wrong. Felt good. I'm scared. Oh. I'm also a wizard. Dont tell vanders--"
I'm scared.
I'm scared.
The words caught a hook in her belly. The rest, mumbled, slower to sink in. She combed a hand back through her hair in sudden and inexplicable distress. Tried to force her slippery thoughts into some kind of order. Sit down. Preferably before she fell. Call back. Find out what the fuck was wrong.
Except none of those things happened. And she was not alone.
[[Hope that works, let me know if not]]