@cceruleans - lincoln setting: plot drop | timed after thread with jack & janelle xoxox
The thick scent of blood clung to her, a vapid mess of her own and god knows how many others. Such a shift in the air hadn’t gone entirely unnoticed by Jack, the sinking feeling at the mere blink it took for the effigy to disappear was more than enough, but not even she could outrun the wrath such a Goddess. It’d struck deep, and before the bodies that barely satisfied such a vicious hunger even hit the ground, all thought and distinct care she might have otherwise taken, was gone. White hot, the pain shot up through her side, burning against the bloodlust that had yet to stave itself off. Everything turned, twisted and ached and even the short flutter of her eyelids couldn’t dim the blur in her vision as she stumbled through the small break of trees, the glow of the lighthouse casting a near eerie fog across the ground.
She’d felt a lot of things in her lifetime, a plethora of confusing moments that never quite seemed to add up in the long run, but now as she paused as certain features pieced themselves together. One hand remained pinned to her side, the heated blood which pooled beneath her hand no longer ran red, shifting in hue to something far darker as the other reached upwards, her palm settling against the rigid jawline of a man she’d murdered long ago. “You’re dead,” she managed, the harsh tone she held onto barely caving to her confusion. “Linc..” Her thumb shifted across his cheek momentarily, and then her hand fell away. A rustle of laughter bubbling up between her lips as she accepted what she knew to be a hallucination swelling in her conscious mind. Fucking werewolves.
