#lordbartholomew

[aidarivas]

When Barty was even more retarded than he is now! #LordBartholomew #thowback

[happylife-mercifuldeath-blog]

It felt like a great, dreamless sleep was slowly drawing to an end, and many would probably identify with that moment in waking when one doesn’t remember anything. Unaware of the time, where they are or even who they are. That blissful moment of nothingness that we float in for just a second before the world comes rushing back into our minds and we realise the sun is up and we need to get out of bed. Part of the beauty of that feeling is surely how fleeting it is.

For Victoria, this was a state that felt as though it were lasting and age. It would worry her if she could comprehend such an emotion, but for now she was trapped floating in some odd and indescribable form of semi-consciousness. She was awake; that much she could tell. But none of her senses told her a thing. Here she was, suspended in this little world of oblivion. She might start to comprehend how long this state was lasting, but she could not remember the specific moment she had come into consciousness nor could she count the seconds as they passed. In the real world, her body had only begun its previous functions mere minutes ago, but inside her mind Victoria felt she could only measure her experience as ‘a while’.

She floated, it felt like, and occasionally her skin felt a bit cooler as if something were brushing over it. With time, it felt like a breeze against her face, and she started to register the movement of her hair flickering against her jaw.

Her stomach...moved, and sent little flickers of discomfort around her body that made her lips want to curl and grimace. Breathing was difficult and she only now became aware of her chest filling and emptying. Her lungs felt as though they were made of leather that refused to move or expand and she had to breathe in deeper and deeper despite the pain to force them to expand further enough. And with each forced breath something began to register in her mind. A wet, Earthy smell like rotten wood and dirt. It was all around her, and the breeze hitting her carried the same natural smell along with a cool chill.

Swallowing with great effort, Victoria tasted her own stale saliva and her lips once again twitched with the urge to grimace. More tingling sensations moved up to her head, and it felt as though she'd been bashed against a wall with great effort for all the pain that now resided there. It did not, could not, yet occur to her that she was becoming conscious and that this dark world of nothingness was slipping away. But slowly she became more aware of a roughness against her back, soreness in the flesh of her arms and a damp feeling all over, like she'd been submerged in this cold earthy smell for years. An involuntary noise was made in her throat as she tried to breathe deeper, and it registered only as a broken squeak to her.

The darkness around suddenly seemed to fade, and there was a line of whiteness. Victoria was not surrounded by darkness, but instead could tell the light was coming through her own closed eyelids. With a sudden and stomach-churning jolt she realised she was not floating but was laid down on a hard surface. Just as many who drifted off felt that sudden falling sensation, Victoria too suffered the momentary spasms of muscles all over her body as if she were protecting herself from a real fall. And now she tried to open her eyes, fully aware that she had them closed and was waking up. Her eyelashes were entwined and it was almost a chore to pull the eyelids apart. Even worse was the blinding white light above her; an orb that she soon remembered to be the moon. She was bathed in the light, staring up at it. The air smelled even stronger of that dirt and dampness, and the breeze was colder.

Victoria Blackmore was awake, although in her first moments of life in so long she could not remember last going to sleep (or, indeed, that her last fall into sleep had supposedly been permanent).