05-26-2021, 04:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-26-2021, 04:30 PM by Neverwhere.)
Hey all you cool cats and kittens
Back. To the beginning? Neverwhere doesn't know how to move backwards, not really, she's always surging forward like a boulder tumbling down a hill. She's already leaning forward slightly and has to check herself, shift her weight back again when Lilliana speaks. The red mare has always grounded her, which is strange given that she is by far the dreamier of the pair. Her words pull Nev back physically, rooting her again to the foggy floor of Death's house.
"How?"
How do they go back? She turns to look behind them but there's nothing obvious there, just more of the same sandy washes, more greasewood and more sage. There's nothing of the river or the forest or the foggy place she'd been before
"Where?"
Here? She's hesitant to take Lilli seriously, uncertain that the answer lies in the past, but she also has no other plan and it's hard to accuse something of being a waste of time when you are in a timeless place that... that isn't really even a place, or is every place, or is...
Neverwhere sighs. It's beyond the non-time she has to bother untying the knots of the Afterworld.
"Okay, let's try." They are already in her once-home, it is not so difficult to remember the faces and the way it was shaped when she lived there, to remember the way she was when she lived there. It is, in fact, too easy and she realizes her mistake too late. Between one blink and the next, she has shrunk. Significantly.
"Shit!" her voice is high-pitched and callow on soft and unscarred lips, but the litany of curses certainly don't belong to a child. Tilting her head to one side affords her a look at long, knob-kneed, legs that she curls up one at a time in front of her, as though she doesn't believe they are hers, doesn't believe she's made herself a child again. Neverwhere scowls darkly, though the expression comes off as simply petulant on her young face.
"Goddamn it, Lilli."
This is your fault, her tone implies.
"How?"
How do they go back? She turns to look behind them but there's nothing obvious there, just more of the same sandy washes, more greasewood and more sage. There's nothing of the river or the forest or the foggy place she'd been before
"Where?"
Here? She's hesitant to take Lilli seriously, uncertain that the answer lies in the past, but she also has no other plan and it's hard to accuse something of being a waste of time when you are in a timeless place that... that isn't really even a place, or is every place, or is...
Neverwhere sighs. It's beyond the non-time she has to bother untying the knots of the Afterworld.
"Okay, let's try." They are already in her once-home, it is not so difficult to remember the faces and the way it was shaped when she lived there, to remember the way she was when she lived there. It is, in fact, too easy and she realizes her mistake too late. Between one blink and the next, she has shrunk. Significantly.
"Shit!" her voice is high-pitched and callow on soft and unscarred lips, but the litany of curses certainly don't belong to a child. Tilting her head to one side affords her a look at long, knob-kneed, legs that she curls up one at a time in front of her, as though she doesn't believe they are hers, doesn't believe she's made herself a child again. Neverwhere scowls darkly, though the expression comes off as simply petulant on her young face.
"Goddamn it, Lilli."
This is your fault, her tone implies.
@[lilliana]
