Avalore Eden
If there be light...
More bitter than sweet, now, but we aren't there yet.
Not yet.
Commenor
Chasin City
She'd left the Chasin City Hospital an hour ago to stretch her legs, get some fresh air, lose her Jedi robes for a while. Think.
Thinking had become a very difficult task as of late, what with all the horrors on her mind. Hal had been missing for a month now, and only two weeks ago she'd received a parcel in the mail containing the man's eyes. Needless to say, the visual of those bright blues floating listlessly in their jar was not something Avalore had been able to wipe from her memory.
How do you forget something like that? How do you stop worrying? How to you sleep at night knowing your best friend had been, potentially still was being tortured? How do you pretend like everything's alright?
You can't. You don't.
The Jedi Order's Chief Healer was wilting under the duress and slowly spinning deeper into depression. Her only peace was her work, and her only rest was medicated. Despite the reassuring words from other that they were doing everything within their power to find Hal, until the day she had the man back in her arms there likely would be no sleep.
No sleep.
Avalore tugged at her jacket, pulling it snug over her shoulders as she stepped into a chill breeze that day. Overcast sky, bleak horizon - she'd walked straight into every opening scene of a thriller-film and not even realized it. At least she'd acknowledged the strange shadow that had been tailing her every move for the last several days, but at this point the woman was chalking it up to sleepless hallucinations. Paranoia.
The potentiality of death often make one introspective. Made them think of strange things, dig up old memories, and Avalore Eden had a lot of old memories she'd stuffed away years ago to dig up. For whatever reason it made her painfully aware of the total lack of closure in her life.
So many people gone and she'd only ever gotten to say goodbye to one of them. Did funerals count as goodbye? Made her uneasy thinking about it.
There's that shadow again...
Fething creepy.
Now where was that cafe?
[member="Trenchcoat Man"]
Not yet.
Commenor
Chasin City
She'd left the Chasin City Hospital an hour ago to stretch her legs, get some fresh air, lose her Jedi robes for a while. Think.
Thinking had become a very difficult task as of late, what with all the horrors on her mind. Hal had been missing for a month now, and only two weeks ago she'd received a parcel in the mail containing the man's eyes. Needless to say, the visual of those bright blues floating listlessly in their jar was not something Avalore had been able to wipe from her memory.
How do you forget something like that? How do you stop worrying? How to you sleep at night knowing your best friend had been, potentially still was being tortured? How do you pretend like everything's alright?
You can't. You don't.
The Jedi Order's Chief Healer was wilting under the duress and slowly spinning deeper into depression. Her only peace was her work, and her only rest was medicated. Despite the reassuring words from other that they were doing everything within their power to find Hal, until the day she had the man back in her arms there likely would be no sleep.
No sleep.
Avalore tugged at her jacket, pulling it snug over her shoulders as she stepped into a chill breeze that day. Overcast sky, bleak horizon - she'd walked straight into every opening scene of a thriller-film and not even realized it. At least she'd acknowledged the strange shadow that had been tailing her every move for the last several days, but at this point the woman was chalking it up to sleepless hallucinations. Paranoia.
The potentiality of death often make one introspective. Made them think of strange things, dig up old memories, and Avalore Eden had a lot of old memories she'd stuffed away years ago to dig up. For whatever reason it made her painfully aware of the total lack of closure in her life.
So many people gone and she'd only ever gotten to say goodbye to one of them. Did funerals count as goodbye? Made her uneasy thinking about it.
There's that shadow again...
Fething creepy.
Now where was that cafe?
[member="Trenchcoat Man"]