WHERE: Zel’s backyard WHEN: July 6th, sometime around 2:00am WHO: Closed for @rolandbb
She woke in the night with a start, the feeling of cold hands wrapped around her throat impossible to shake. In the dark of Zel’s guest room, Lucrezia watched scowling shadows dance, laughing at her, taunting her.
Enjoy it, Sofia. All you have is borrowed time.
The bed is scalding and she scrambled out the covers with a sway. To be corporeal once more should have been easy - she’d spent twenty-seven years this way, far longer than dead. But it seemed the rules were not so concise when it came to dying and reviving. She felt the pounding in her head more profoundly, the sweat beaded on her skin like fire, and as her legs carried her into the night they felt leaden.
Now it seemed even the trees swayed cruelly her way and her eyes played tricks, a dark verdant vortex threatening to pull her in. When she stumbled it was nearly into Zel’s shed, tripping over roots and barely righting herself on the siding. It was chance that she met his eyes through the window and the shock and fear that coursed threw her gaze could not be hidden. Slowly, keeping balance with an iron grip on the wall, she lifted her chin.
“Last I checked, you’d tortured one of our girls. Do you think this is the wisest space to be squatting?”