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Time it took us to where the water was
Nov. 1st, 2017 02:01 amThere was so much happening. Too much. Aurora Lynch was dead. Ink was melting from Adam's skin, leaving red welts behind.The ley line and Cabeswater both resonated with confusion, fear, and dread, feelings that reflected in Ronan's dream creatures.
Outside Cabeswater, there was a different chaos brewing. It was cruel and entirely human in a way that Adam knew intimately. He tried very hard not to think about what Robert Parrish would do on a night like this and not for the first time, Adam was glad that he'd stolen his father's gun when he left that double wide.
So Adam took himself to Cabeswater and went as far into its center as it would allow him. The ground felt ever more uneven and Adam wondered which had come first, the frayed sense of himself or the tenuousness of Cabeswater. He tried to imagine himself as steadfast and stable but nothing changed. Cabeswater did not reorder itself to Adam's imagination and he wasn't sure if that was because it saw through the disguise or because it couldn't.
The latter frightened him more.
On a flat stone, Adam sat and held a velvet pouch that contained a well-thumbed deck of tarot cards. There was nothing he could do to alter the course of human cruelty but maybe, maybe the cards could tell him what Cabeswater needed.
"I'm listening," he promised the forest, the ley line. "You just need to tell me."
Outside Cabeswater, there was a different chaos brewing. It was cruel and entirely human in a way that Adam knew intimately. He tried very hard not to think about what Robert Parrish would do on a night like this and not for the first time, Adam was glad that he'd stolen his father's gun when he left that double wide.
So Adam took himself to Cabeswater and went as far into its center as it would allow him. The ground felt ever more uneven and Adam wondered which had come first, the frayed sense of himself or the tenuousness of Cabeswater. He tried to imagine himself as steadfast and stable but nothing changed. Cabeswater did not reorder itself to Adam's imagination and he wasn't sure if that was because it saw through the disguise or because it couldn't.
The latter frightened him more.
On a flat stone, Adam sat and held a velvet pouch that contained a well-thumbed deck of tarot cards. There was nothing he could do to alter the course of human cruelty but maybe, maybe the cards could tell him what Cabeswater needed.
"I'm listening," he promised the forest, the ley line. "You just need to tell me."
