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 (laboratory)

[decider]

[glowers down at her, insofar as a vaguely humanoid column of towering murder flame can glower.]

Your heart is constructed poorly.

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[aprettygirl]

"...and?"

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[decider]

[SPARKS >(]

What are mouldering books with bindings that fall apart at a touch even meant to represent?

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[aprettygirl]

"Don't blame me for the damage you cause. They're concepts and dreams."

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[decider]

[the burning face twists in amusement, almost expressive]

If you can't be bothered to make your dreams by hand, why should they escape damage?

[tosses one of the disintegrating books, carelessly]

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[aprettygirl]

She pushes her way out of the pile enough to stand.

"The books are only the first layer of the truth."

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[decider]

You're only not dead yet because I wish to know why the blood you've spilled is standing stagnant.

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[aprettygirl]

"What?"

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[decider]

[IMPATIENT, drifting back to the window in lieu of KILLING HER NOW]

Do you go away from this room at all? See the muck where dreams don't reach?

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[aprettygirl]

"It's my job to dream."

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[decider]

[reaches out to touch a window frame.]

Of what?

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[aprettygirl]

"Of the difficult and the impossible; that which appears unattainable."

She seems to be waking up more . . . a crack runs down the frame, and the laboratory shivers.

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[decider]

[waspish]

And then do what? Sleep?

[POKES IT AGAIN]

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[aprettygirl]

"I am tired."

It begins to break . . .

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[decider]

[tries shoving through the crack.]

Re: flesh (laboratory)

[aprettygirl]

. . .