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[Requiem] Journey to Perth
Nov. 25th, 2006 09:18 pmThursday 23 November
Night
On the Indian Pacific
The owl flew across the city, following the train line till she reached the train. Landing on its roof, as it sped along, she sat, enjoying the wind in her feathers as the train climbed into the mountains, and across the western plains, heading for Broken Hill, on its way to Port Augusta, and on to the Nullabour Plain. The journey would take days, and she had a sleeper below reserved that she signed into, made sure she was seen briefly, and then went up and swooped and soared high above the train till early morning, and then while it went through a tunnel, under cover of darkness, became herself and locked herself into her room.
She had told no one she was going. All Claude and Nicolette (mon dieu) knew was that she had to go away for a few days to take care of something. She did not tell them she was leaving the city, or any of the Crone or her lineage.
Only... Him.
As the night raced by, she looked out the window with the lights off at the beautiful wide brown land.
Why am I going?
It was not a question her mind could answer, but the memories of the days before, waking in a fire of pain and passion she gasped remembering the flood of desire, her lover's touch, and then her sire walking in, so Daeva in his rage....
Looking out into the night, she answers her own question....
You are going because you are running.
You need to know what happened to you, and the first link in the chain is 'ma ange'.
You are going because he protected you once, healed you once, and now you need him. You are disentigrating with pain, splitting to cope...
As she closes her eyes and weeps silently, shaking, in her mind the girl with no name, no voice, looks fearfully at the predator she became... The only hope of all of them is the other..... The beautiful perfect one, made in the image of her brother.....
Night
On the Indian Pacific
The owl flew across the city, following the train line till she reached the train. Landing on its roof, as it sped along, she sat, enjoying the wind in her feathers as the train climbed into the mountains, and across the western plains, heading for Broken Hill, on its way to Port Augusta, and on to the Nullabour Plain. The journey would take days, and she had a sleeper below reserved that she signed into, made sure she was seen briefly, and then went up and swooped and soared high above the train till early morning, and then while it went through a tunnel, under cover of darkness, became herself and locked herself into her room.
She had told no one she was going. All Claude and Nicolette (mon dieu) knew was that she had to go away for a few days to take care of something. She did not tell them she was leaving the city, or any of the Crone or her lineage.
Only... Him.
As the night raced by, she looked out the window with the lights off at the beautiful wide brown land.
Why am I going?
It was not a question her mind could answer, but the memories of the days before, waking in a fire of pain and passion she gasped remembering the flood of desire, her lover's touch, and then her sire walking in, so Daeva in his rage....
Looking out into the night, she answers her own question....
You are going because you are running.
You need to know what happened to you, and the first link in the chain is 'ma ange'.
You are going because he protected you once, healed you once, and now you need him. You are disentigrating with pain, splitting to cope...
As she closes her eyes and weeps silently, shaking, in her mind the girl with no name, no voice, looks fearfully at the predator she became... The only hope of all of them is the other..... The beautiful perfect one, made in the image of her brother.....
