An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Forgot to post the last few weeks on here lol oops
Anyhow, Chapter 4 of the new fic after Came New Life is up now!
An excerpt:
The first thing Lana noticed as she began to come to was the burning, dry feeling in her throat that begged for water like a planted field under the desert sun. She attempted to swallow, but the motion felt thick and awkward, with very little saliva in her mouth to even attempt it. Begrudgingly, she began to crack her eyes open, keeping them at a very narrow squint as she attempted to determine how bright the room was, however to her relief the space seemed to be rather dim, with soft, muted light spilling through a window a few yards away from her.
As she began to open her eyes more, the sensation of spinning began to overtake her and she quickly squeezed them shut, pressing her head back into the soft surface beneath her as she inhaled evenly in through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. Finally, the feeling passed and she was able to open her eyes, once again. As she did, a different feeling of imbalance came over her, prompting her brow to furrow.
The wall immediately to her left was the wrong color.
Her bedroom sported beige walls, the approximate color of desert sand, however the one beside her was a deep green.
Lana turned her head to her right carefully, staring past the wild mess of her own hair to take in what appeared to be a living room, rather than a bedroom. Much like the wall, however, it was not her own. She turned to glance down at the surface beneath her shoulder, only to note the exposed expanse of skin that immediately greeted her. Her heart rate immediately began to race as she glanced down at the rest of herself, finding a thin blanket pulled up to just below her collarbone, however as she lifted it away, she found only the wrappings about her chest covering her above her waist.
She quickly pulled the blanket back down over herself quickly, her breathing now beginning to come faster and faster as she turned to glance around the room, once again. As she did, her eyes fell on something hanging on the far wall and she paused. With each passing second, it began to feel more familiar, until she was finally able to place where she had seen it before.
“Santi…” she croaked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
The small banner of woven cloth across from her bore the crest the brunette had once explained represented her family, as it had been made by both her mother and father when they had moved to Meridian, proper. The glyphs around it were smaller and somewhat harder to make out from a distance, but she knew they must have been the names of Santi’s parents and brothers.
Groaning, Lana released her deathgrip on the blanket to press the heels of her hands into her eyes, rubbing at them forcefully for a few moments.
“Woke up at Santi’s… no shirt… not weird… not…”
Her heart rate hadn’t slowed, but she was quickly beginning to wonder about the feeling in her chest. It felt like nervousness at first, fear even, but she was beginning to realize that it wasn’t quite that intense—or as negative. As the strange, warm, and fluttering feeling began to sink from her chest into her stomach, Lana sighed, letting her arms fall at her sides atop the blanket.
“Fuck.”
