10-07-2013, 12:36 PM
A cool voice permeated her sleepless dreams. "Wake child." Aria didn't want to rouse, she didn't want to move. But her back started to ache and she knew the Regus wouldn't like to have to wait on her. She idly thought, How long have I been asleep? It didn't really matter if it was a few moments or hours. Her superior wanted her attention. Aria blinked blurry eyes at him. At least he had stopped pouring emotions out every pore.
Aria sat in the chair properly and blinked away the haze. He hadn't waited long before he was questioning her about the paper, about what she'd felt. She'd written everything down, but she supposed he had to hear it for himself. Aria nodded before getting up to sit back at the desk with the parchment sitting idly by.
She wasn't about to touch it again. But looking at it could bring the feelings back. Bring everything she had felt to the forefront. It was like tracking a monster, once she latched on to the emotions, until it died or changed drastically she could track it indefinitely. It could take years with technology and transportation, but she would always know that feeling that scent anywhere. Thankfully she would never cross the path of this person or this parchment again once the Regus was done with her.
Aria glanced at her notes, she didn't need them, but she didn't want anyone to think she was making things up. She looked up as the Regus stared down at her. She hated that most people towered above her to begin with, but it wasn't only his stature in height that made Aria uncomfortable. His gaze made Aria shiver. She wanted to be gone sooner rather than later. But she knew that wasn't going to happen as long as she stayed in Moscow. He was stationed here now. She'd always be under his watchful eye.
"It's hard to explain what one feels." She added to herself, Can you even do it? She thanked God he couldn't read minds. "I feel death and destruction. The end of days. The fear the confusion and panic. But it's not just that. It was more specific. Something to do with a slain oroborous, not dead - slain. Like a dagger through the heart, not just plain dead" She paused and looked to the picture drawn in the corner and she pointed, "That one in particular."
She sighed, "Feelings are hard to explain. I kept getting Destroyer, but it's not the right word either. Something I probably read in the past brought Apollyn to light." She shrugged still not remembering where she had read that word. "I don't know why it sticks but it's the only word that doesn't slither away when I try to put the feelings to words."
"I can't make anything else out. It's all covered in the fear and destruction and the death of the end of days."
Aria sat in the chair properly and blinked away the haze. He hadn't waited long before he was questioning her about the paper, about what she'd felt. She'd written everything down, but she supposed he had to hear it for himself. Aria nodded before getting up to sit back at the desk with the parchment sitting idly by.
She wasn't about to touch it again. But looking at it could bring the feelings back. Bring everything she had felt to the forefront. It was like tracking a monster, once she latched on to the emotions, until it died or changed drastically she could track it indefinitely. It could take years with technology and transportation, but she would always know that feeling that scent anywhere. Thankfully she would never cross the path of this person or this parchment again once the Regus was done with her.
Aria glanced at her notes, she didn't need them, but she didn't want anyone to think she was making things up. She looked up as the Regus stared down at her. She hated that most people towered above her to begin with, but it wasn't only his stature in height that made Aria uncomfortable. His gaze made Aria shiver. She wanted to be gone sooner rather than later. But she knew that wasn't going to happen as long as she stayed in Moscow. He was stationed here now. She'd always be under his watchful eye.
"It's hard to explain what one feels." She added to herself, Can you even do it? She thanked God he couldn't read minds. "I feel death and destruction. The end of days. The fear the confusion and panic. But it's not just that. It was more specific. Something to do with a slain oroborous, not dead - slain. Like a dagger through the heart, not just plain dead" She paused and looked to the picture drawn in the corner and she pointed, "That one in particular."
She sighed, "Feelings are hard to explain. I kept getting Destroyer, but it's not the right word either. Something I probably read in the past brought Apollyn to light." She shrugged still not remembering where she had read that word. "I don't know why it sticks but it's the only word that doesn't slither away when I try to put the feelings to words."
"I can't make anything else out. It's all covered in the fear and destruction and the death of the end of days."