10-27-2019, 09:54 PM
It was the crowds that drew her.
She didn’t feel herself. They weren’t memories, not really, but like a sour aftertaste they scoured, leaving her to feel like an interloper in her own life. Nothing fit as seamlessly as it had before, shoving her off-kilter in a way that was strangely addictive. Oriena hadn’t returned to the club in the days since her release. She had not returned to pay Ilya for his second favour, either. She did not know what had happened to Kasun.
This wasn’t her community, but you couldn’t operate the sort of business she did without rubbing up against the powers of the underworld from time to time. Kallisti welcomed the elite with open arms, and did not care from which spheres that power was claimed. Ori watched those currents like arteries to a beating heart.
Ready to bleed.
She crushed a joint underfoot, blowing a last cloud of smoke through vampish lips. The drug made her feel lighter, tempering some of the feverishness even she found disturbing; smears of thought still not quite her own. She half laughed to herself, the glitter of storm-tossed eyes catching on a few passers-by with no small hint of mischief. The power hovered close too, so easily captured now it felt as natural as breath. A few voices in her head seemed a small price to pay. Like mother like daughter.
It wasn’t the only price, though.
A leather jacket hugged her chest, the clothes beneath form-fitted but unremarkable. She wandered for now, undemanding in presence, absorbing the edges of conversation.
She didn’t feel herself. They weren’t memories, not really, but like a sour aftertaste they scoured, leaving her to feel like an interloper in her own life. Nothing fit as seamlessly as it had before, shoving her off-kilter in a way that was strangely addictive. Oriena hadn’t returned to the club in the days since her release. She had not returned to pay Ilya for his second favour, either. She did not know what had happened to Kasun.
This wasn’t her community, but you couldn’t operate the sort of business she did without rubbing up against the powers of the underworld from time to time. Kallisti welcomed the elite with open arms, and did not care from which spheres that power was claimed. Ori watched those currents like arteries to a beating heart.
Ready to bleed.
She crushed a joint underfoot, blowing a last cloud of smoke through vampish lips. The drug made her feel lighter, tempering some of the feverishness even she found disturbing; smears of thought still not quite her own. She half laughed to herself, the glitter of storm-tossed eyes catching on a few passers-by with no small hint of mischief. The power hovered close too, so easily captured now it felt as natural as breath. A few voices in her head seemed a small price to pay. Like mother like daughter.
It wasn’t the only price, though.
A leather jacket hugged her chest, the clothes beneath form-fitted but unremarkable. She wandered for now, undemanding in presence, absorbing the edges of conversation.