Post by Meduzia on Aug 9, 2013 17:03:43 GMT 1
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allan Poe - Dream Within a Dream
Uriah Cartwright had the poorest sight Faith Flynn had ever seen. Sure, he worse glasses when he was human (he needed glasses even now, but ghouls didn't need to navigate with eyes all that much). But Uriah. Uriah saw everything through some sort of fog and Faith wondered if it was because of something he did before he died, after Faith himself did. He laughed for no real reason, but the jest was cruel and it hurt when it happened - and he was on the receiving end of the joke. Now it didn't hurt anymore, but merely stung a bit. What stung more, at this current moment, was that Uriah was more than half-blind with those ruby eyes of his, and Faith was trying desperately to read what the paper he just pulled out of his own elbow (literally) said.
He assumed it was Poe and part from The Raven, but he couldn't decide which one, even though he was extremely close to learning the whole thing by heart. This was a pretty messed-up situation, and he couldn't even be in his original form. He wanted Capricia or Aurnia, but he felt it was insulting to a woman to force his leftovers on her, figuratively. This left him with three more forms, two if not counting his own. And Blain Lee was shorter than Faith Flynn, but broader and more muscled. He looked hilarious and Faith was satisfied for a bit, revenge feeling good even in this way, but he then switched to Uriah, who looked timid if anything.
Uriah was always the shy twat, even though Faith was pretty sure the blonde was at least five years his senior. It didn't matter. Uriah was dead and the only thing that kept him alive on papers was Faith Flynn, who had Uriah Cartwright in this form. And he took good care of his forms - it was his own strength, his own abilities, his own bodies. He rubbed his eyes again. The stubborn thing, Uriah Cartwright. Stubborn, blonde, shy thing, but Faith fairly didn't think about it as he slowly flipped the page around in the candle light, somewhere in library. He was careful not to knock over the candle, for this form, this body, was a bit clumsy too, and he sometimes found its hands shaking with no real reason.
If he knocked the candle out, the library would torch the rest of the school on fire. He couldn't have that now. Raising red eyes from the flame, Faith looked around to see if anybody was there. So far, it was quiet and empty, but that was what libraries were supposed to be anyway.
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allan Poe - Dream Within a Dream
Uriah Cartwright had the poorest sight Faith Flynn had ever seen. Sure, he worse glasses when he was human (he needed glasses even now, but ghouls didn't need to navigate with eyes all that much). But Uriah. Uriah saw everything through some sort of fog and Faith wondered if it was because of something he did before he died, after Faith himself did. He laughed for no real reason, but the jest was cruel and it hurt when it happened - and he was on the receiving end of the joke. Now it didn't hurt anymore, but merely stung a bit. What stung more, at this current moment, was that Uriah was more than half-blind with those ruby eyes of his, and Faith was trying desperately to read what the paper he just pulled out of his own elbow (literally) said.
He assumed it was Poe and part from The Raven, but he couldn't decide which one, even though he was extremely close to learning the whole thing by heart. This was a pretty messed-up situation, and he couldn't even be in his original form. He wanted Capricia or Aurnia, but he felt it was insulting to a woman to force his leftovers on her, figuratively. This left him with three more forms, two if not counting his own. And Blain Lee was shorter than Faith Flynn, but broader and more muscled. He looked hilarious and Faith was satisfied for a bit, revenge feeling good even in this way, but he then switched to Uriah, who looked timid if anything.
Uriah was always the shy twat, even though Faith was pretty sure the blonde was at least five years his senior. It didn't matter. Uriah was dead and the only thing that kept him alive on papers was Faith Flynn, who had Uriah Cartwright in this form. And he took good care of his forms - it was his own strength, his own abilities, his own bodies. He rubbed his eyes again. The stubborn thing, Uriah Cartwright. Stubborn, blonde, shy thing, but Faith fairly didn't think about it as he slowly flipped the page around in the candle light, somewhere in library. He was careful not to knock over the candle, for this form, this body, was a bit clumsy too, and he sometimes found its hands shaking with no real reason.
If he knocked the candle out, the library would torch the rest of the school on fire. He couldn't have that now. Raising red eyes from the flame, Faith looked around to see if anybody was there. So far, it was quiet and empty, but that was what libraries were supposed to be anyway.