DAY
Day
The sensation is like being dragged through a cloud. A heavy, roiling nimbus which pervades your eyes, your ears, your skin, and what feels like your very soul. Or what's left of it.
Your eyes squeeze shut and when they open....well you know this place already, there was much ado about lampposts in this square not too long ago. But what you haven't known in how many weeks is the sun hanging high overhead, not stuck in a perpetual state of Twilight but properly shining in the sky.
The sun feels good and you feel more whole than you have in a while. Those are all inexplicably good things, and they should be celebrated. But the mark on your body, faded but still visible warns of something still more to come. And for those who have been missing a part of themselves for longer than that..it's just a whisper of a feeling, but it is very much real.
Welcome to Krakow, for real this time. For however long it lasts, at least.
no subject
Ah. That explains why Rembrandt laughed when I called the Lady a demon.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[That's how things go with demons right???]
no subject
Personally, I don't believe in such nonsense, but here we are in a world with its own set of rules, so there's not much choice.
no subject
Those 'Faustian contracts'. They have to state that it's a contract, right?
no subject
no subject
[He's going to try not to worry about his other worry too much. Even if Rembrandt called it a 'last request' when they discussed it.]
So tricking her into saying the contract is fulfilled and letting Rembrandt handle the rest is a possibility. But would that strand them in the Night?
no subject
[ He hmms because the Goddess had teleported him into another dimension to save him... if he could get his powers back, maybe... But he wasn't Aoi. And he didn't have his powers. ]