Post by Kaine Chandler on Jan 31, 2014 20:31:36 GMT -8
The ship had changed in the last two months. It was still dark, but the crew were undergoing the unease that comes when life turns you upside-down. She walked the deck nights, and the sun-sheltered corridors below decks during the day. Her bare feet made small, irregular sounds on the metal hull. Her voice, hauntingly beautiful, rang ghostlike through the ship as she sometimes sang.
Two months without their master, those of the crew who were bound to him had been driven to her for the vitae they craved, and their new bond with her helped them to keep the rest of the crew in line, but she didn’t know how long she could keep them here with no news of their Captain.
She was haunted by the look of surprise on his face when he saw his shadow self reach out of the abyss to take him. Some nights she wandered the wreckage of the Smith Tower, hoping to find some clue, some trace of him she missed before. She wondered if the ghosts of the Gaslight could sense her presence through the torn veil, now repaired by the Captain’s own shadows.
Shadows eluded her now, her own shadow as absent as Calisto, other shadows fleeing before her feet, afraid to let her touch them. Would they give up their secrets if she could only catch them?
She didn’t even realize how she’d come to rely on him. He came to the Emerald Domain while she had been Prince, and stayed with her as she retreated farther and farther from the Camarilla and all of Kindred society. He brought her news and kept her connected, but it was more. His shadows, his darkness had grounded her, now she felt so light she might simply drift off or dissipate into nothingness if she did not concentrate.
Maybe that would be for the best? Just let go. Neither Kindred nor Kine truly needed her. Cal was gone, Govad had a mission of his own. The path to light is solitary for those in whose veins runs “liquid torment”, as Covenant called it. Covenant, she could not even bring herself to be curious, the weight of the centuries must be catching her finally.
Then there was the empty box. But even demons’ swords could not seem to hold her interest these nights. The world, it seems, needs contrast to be observed, and all her oscuro was gone, leaving only a flat, bright landscape behind.
Staring at the darkness over the water from the deck of the ship that was his home, she shook herself. Two months was no time at all to Cainites, she would not give up yet. She would hold on, seeking for her own little shadow in a vast world of darkness.
Two months without their master, those of the crew who were bound to him had been driven to her for the vitae they craved, and their new bond with her helped them to keep the rest of the crew in line, but she didn’t know how long she could keep them here with no news of their Captain.
She was haunted by the look of surprise on his face when he saw his shadow self reach out of the abyss to take him. Some nights she wandered the wreckage of the Smith Tower, hoping to find some clue, some trace of him she missed before. She wondered if the ghosts of the Gaslight could sense her presence through the torn veil, now repaired by the Captain’s own shadows.
Shadows eluded her now, her own shadow as absent as Calisto, other shadows fleeing before her feet, afraid to let her touch them. Would they give up their secrets if she could only catch them?
She didn’t even realize how she’d come to rely on him. He came to the Emerald Domain while she had been Prince, and stayed with her as she retreated farther and farther from the Camarilla and all of Kindred society. He brought her news and kept her connected, but it was more. His shadows, his darkness had grounded her, now she felt so light she might simply drift off or dissipate into nothingness if she did not concentrate.
Maybe that would be for the best? Just let go. Neither Kindred nor Kine truly needed her. Cal was gone, Govad had a mission of his own. The path to light is solitary for those in whose veins runs “liquid torment”, as Covenant called it. Covenant, she could not even bring herself to be curious, the weight of the centuries must be catching her finally.
Then there was the empty box. But even demons’ swords could not seem to hold her interest these nights. The world, it seems, needs contrast to be observed, and all her oscuro was gone, leaving only a flat, bright landscape behind.
Staring at the darkness over the water from the deck of the ship that was his home, she shook herself. Two months was no time at all to Cainites, she would not give up yet. She would hold on, seeking for her own little shadow in a vast world of darkness.
