EVE'S HEART

[aprettygirl]

A dark veil slips over you, obscuring your vision; it’s cool and clinging, and blocks out all outside sensation. You drift downward . . . as you do, you grow more and more aware of the pulse of your own heartbeat, until it’s a ringing, unpleasant throb in your ears.

. . . after some time, it’s interrupted by a soft splash, and you feel solid rock underfoot.

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Comments

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

Her family? Then one of them might be here...?

[taking the wooden bird to inspect it]

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

You see the memory as well!

For reference, it goes Abel-Seth-Lilith-Cain in the photo; Cain and Abel are clearly identical twins, except that Abel is silver-haired and scruffy, and Cain is blond and more polished.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

Ah. It is her family, then.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[blackjacked]

[nods]

Maybe her family is in this room?

[going to inspect the handprints now]

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

THERE ARE SO MANY THEY ARE SO RAINBOW -- they also don't do much of anything?

You can still hear breathing.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

I hear someone, anyways. But it seems they're too shy to come out.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[blackjacked]

I hear someone, too. I wonder if they're hiding?

Oooi, who's there?

[reaching out to touch one of the handprints]

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

[checking for hiding spots around the room]

It's okay, we only want to talk a bit.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

There's the cabinets still!

Touching the handprint makes some dried paint flake away onto your hand.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

[checking the cabinets!]

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

You find some items in them: a blued-steel butterfly knife, an elaborate crucifix, and a pair of gold glasses with thin frames.

A little girl with dark hair is curled up in the last cabinet. She's also asleep . . .

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[blackjacked]

[brushing the dried paint flakes off of his hand]

Eve sure likes to sleep.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

We ought to wake her up this time...

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

It looks like she was crying.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[blackjacked]

. . . hey. Eve?

[being gentle as he addresses her, though clearly trying to speak loudly enough to wake her]

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

[...:( gently shaking her shoulder to see if she'll wake up]

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

She opens her eyes -- and immediately tries to stuff herself back further into the cabinet, looking terrified.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

I-it's okay, it's okay. We're not going to hurt you. We're friends.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[blackjacked]

We're here to help! And to make sure you're okay.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

"You're strangers--!"

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[blackjacked]

S'okay. I'm a friend of Eve's. . . and another part of the heart sent us here.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

She shakes her head. "No one's supposed to come here!"

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[blackjacked]

. . . why not? Doesn't it get lonely if you're here by yourself?

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[appleofhiseye]

Yeah. You've got a family, don't you? But I don't see them anywhere.

Re: flesh (a bright house)

[aprettygirl]

She bursts into tears again.