chatzy // driving past a beautiful place...
DATE: January 2021 CHARACTERS: Linnaea, Lucien, Roy, Sefa ABOUT: Linnaea and Lucien take a road trip. CW: blood, car accident
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chatzy // driving past a beautiful place...
DATE: January 2021 CHARACTERS: Linnaea, Lucien, Roy, Sefa ABOUT: Linnaea and Lucien take a road trip. CW: blood, car accident
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self-para // inconveniences
DATE: Saturday, December 26, 2020 CHARACTERS: Roy, Sefa, and Linnaea ABOUT: Roy meets Linnaea. Sefa is there.
Give me a minute to unburden myself here. It is so damn inconvenient to be the son of a loa.
self-para // red
DATE: Saturday, December 26, 2020 CHARACTERS: Sefa and Linnaea ABOUT: Desperate times call for desperate measures.
self-para // a grave providence
DATE: Monday, August 24, 2020 CHARACTER: Linnaea Ahn ABOUT: Clarity, opportunity, invention.
Behold, a gloried victory at last! The witch has raised a rodent from the dead! A strange and ancient ritual he cast— But lo, these wounds the spell cannot amend.
But worry not, assuredly she coos, Forsooth, a wondrous providence arrives! My darling friend has told me of the truth, Of one who walked away from death alive!
Before Linnaea’s eyes, the coil unwound, Objective truths now guided by intent. But soft! Before the twin could sprinkle ground, Which instrument could bring about the end?
“Cassette tape? That’s unusual, but yes.” “And please just make it strong.” “How strong?” “As death.”
“What the fuck am I doing,” Linnaea whispered to herself as she stepped toward the front door of the Hecate cabin. So much time had passed since her brother descended to the Underworld that Linnaea wasn’t sure if there was still any hope to be had. She barely knew if what she was asking was possible and there was a high chance that whoever opened this door might just laugh in her face, if not take complete offense. Still, Linnaea was desperate. She made a promise and she was going to do everything in her power to see it through. Linnaea knocked on the door.
self-para // linnaea’s promise
DATE: Thursday, April 30, 2020 CHARACTER: Linnaea Ahn ABOUT: Linnaea searches for an answer in ancient tomes.
Linnaea fell asleep in a strange place and woke up at home.
Nothing had changed—the same four walls enclosed the same two beds. Sitting in her corner, she could see Lucien’s twin frame across the room, wearing the old blue sheets he had grown up clutching. The blankets were crumpled and strewn across the mattress, the pillow still indented with the shape of his head, but the bed was empty.
The room had not been altered, but Linnaea could feel the changes. The posters and frames decorating the walls looked familiar—the same shapes, smiling faces, and faded photographs that Linnaea had always known. Right beside the doorway hung the old Polaroid of Linnaea and her brother eating popsicles in the town square. She could still remember the day vividly—her and Lucien making their mother’s lipstick out of strawberry popsicles—but in the photograph, the smiles wrapped around their grinning teeth glowed blue.
This isn’t your room.
Linnaea closed her eyes. Without her sight, Linnaea could see the truth more clearly. The blanket wrapped around her legs felt like algae, the mattress like silt. She wasn’t in her bed and it wasn’t four walls that surrounded her. Linnaea took a breath and tasted the salt and decay fouling the air.
She was on a river bank.
The base of Linnaea’s spine shivered and she felt a door in her mind unlock. “Lucien.”
“Don’t you know I sit around with my head hanging down?” Linnaea ran her hands through her hair, listening to her own voice echo off the shower walls. She always loved singing after a workout. Her body was warm and her muscles relaxed. Once she was standing in the steam of a warm shower, there was nothing that felt more right than decompressing with music.
The song in her head today was one that she had grown up adoring. The last time she had listened to it, the words still put a smile on her face. But now, amidst the grief and anxiety that she had been steeping in, the lyrics took on a strange, unsettling meaning. “And I wonder, who’s loving you?”