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genessia2017-02-21 12:26 am
fade_to_black) wrote in genessia2017-02-21 12:26 am
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I might be out of commission for a little while. I need to make a visit to the dream docks. I guess I'm done putting it off.
[Yang]
Have you gone yet?
Log:
Blake's eyes open and her ears wiggled. Funny. She had gotten rid of the bow in her home timeline too. She lay there trying to process everything her brain had seen. She had made it home - with Sun. She hadn't expected that. It was strange. She had always figured he had never contacted her in this world because he was angry at her. She supposed he had his reasons. And it really wasn't for her to hold it against anyone that had decided to go their own way.
Her parents hadn't changed. At that thought, she teared up. Her lip trembled for a moment and then she rolled over and sobbed quietly. Tears of remorse. Tears of relief and gratitude. They didn't hate her. They had accepted her back as though....as though they'd just been waiting patiently. As though they always knew she would come home. She'd had tea with them. She had actually had a conversation with her father, albeit a slightly awkward one.
So much had happened. Ilia was in Menagerie. Ilia.
She shot up, heart pounding before remembering that things would be on hold there until she returned. She hadn't left them alone with sociopaths scouting her home. Not that she was sure what Ilia's agenda was. She had always been hard to read. But she attacked Sun. She was still very dangerous. Adam was after Sienna Khan. What in the world was he thinking? If there was one person in the Fang that should never be crossed it was the White Fang's head. Khan inspired loyalty.....and fear for a reason. How badly had things gone to hell since she had walked away?
She could still feel the fabric of the original flag in her hands, still see the sky blue pattern before her eyes and her chest ached. She could still feel the determination burning there. She stood looking out at the setting sun. She wasn't exactly smiling. But there was an old spark, a pride that had not been seen in the sheen of her golden eyes for quite some time. She turned on her heel and started her journey back into the city.
[Feel free to run into her pretty much anywhere on the way home.]
I might be out of commission for a little while. I need to make a visit to the dream docks. I guess I'm done putting it off.
[Yang]
Have you gone yet?
Log:
Blake's eyes open and her ears wiggled. Funny. She had gotten rid of the bow in her home timeline too. She lay there trying to process everything her brain had seen. She had made it home - with Sun. She hadn't expected that. It was strange. She had always figured he had never contacted her in this world because he was angry at her. She supposed he had his reasons. And it really wasn't for her to hold it against anyone that had decided to go their own way.
Her parents hadn't changed. At that thought, she teared up. Her lip trembled for a moment and then she rolled over and sobbed quietly. Tears of remorse. Tears of relief and gratitude. They didn't hate her. They had accepted her back as though....as though they'd just been waiting patiently. As though they always knew she would come home. She'd had tea with them. She had actually had a conversation with her father, albeit a slightly awkward one.
So much had happened. Ilia was in Menagerie. Ilia.
She shot up, heart pounding before remembering that things would be on hold there until she returned. She hadn't left them alone with sociopaths scouting her home. Not that she was sure what Ilia's agenda was. She had always been hard to read. But she attacked Sun. She was still very dangerous. Adam was after Sienna Khan. What in the world was he thinking? If there was one person in the Fang that should never be crossed it was the White Fang's head. Khan inspired loyalty.....and fear for a reason. How badly had things gone to hell since she had walked away?
She could still feel the fabric of the original flag in her hands, still see the sky blue pattern before her eyes and her chest ached. She could still feel the determination burning there. She stood looking out at the setting sun. She wasn't exactly smiling. But there was an old spark, a pride that had not been seen in the sheen of her golden eyes for quite some time. She turned on her heel and started her journey back into the city.
[Feel free to run into her pretty much anywhere on the way home.]