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Ada Miller ([personal profile] boneyard_girl) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2017-12-14 08:21 pm
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The Perk, Thursday Evening

It had been a long couple of days on the road, only for when the Millers pulled up outside the Mississippi town that had hired them to come in, to find the field they normally set-up in full of corn. And doors shut in their faces, when they went asking questions.

Seems the mayor'd run off after writing himself a bunch of checks a few months back, and no one had thought to tell the carnival that'd been scheduled to come in for a week.

Eventually they'd found somewhere else large enough for all of them to set up camp, but the show would not be going on this week. Instead, there'd be repairs to things and the adults frantically trying to rustle up a new show close by so there'd be some income this week. But since things were tense with the locals, Ada'd found herself bundled-up and shipped off to Fandom 'for her own safety.' Which was Chester's way of saying she wasn't putting enough effort into passing as human, lately.

Hence why Ada was sitting in The Perk later in the evening, drinking ridiculous sugary coffee drinks while texting people and trying to decide if she was going to spend her money on a hotel room or 'borrow' blankets from somewhere and set up in their favorite party warehouse for a few days, until she was allowed to go home.

Honestly, it was cold enough that the hotel was winning out, despite the dent it would put in her personal finances. But for now, she was going to take advantage of the light and warmth of the Perk, and have better coffee than anything any of the Millers ever made.

[OOC: Open Perk is Open!]
drowned_in_dromonde: (Shadowed Eyes)

[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Hyacinthe wandered through the new Fandom. He could feel the weight of the sun on his face, smelled the freshness of the air. The cult might have taken his visual sight, but they hadn't taken his other senses and he appreciated them all now. His dromonde kept him from tripping and falling and Raven kept the other monsters and hollows away from him.

He passed by the Perk, face turning towards the window, sightless eyes sliding over the patrons.
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
He tended to keep them downcast. They were disturbing, to say the least. They still existed, at least, they'd just gotten scratched out to hell.

He turned, head coming up like a hound trying to catch a scent. His brow furrowed, trying to place the voice. And then gasped as the dromonde took him. It was more visceral now that his eyes were gone.

Pain. Blood. Screams. Sunlight glinting off specks of gold where skin met scales. A face, pale with dark curls and eyes, a face made for mischievous smiles and candy apple lips, now drawn in fear. His salvation. Freedom.
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Hya had fallen to his knees, grasping the sides of his head as the vision pounded through his brain. It washed over him--like the tide, an ocean wave coming in to swamp him --and then began to slowly recede. And when it did, he became aware of a voice, talking to him.

Speaking Tsingani.

"H-Hello?" he asked, picking his head up and looking towards the voice was...heartbreakingly familiar, even as he couldn't quite place it. It danced away from him, like sunlight on waves.
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Hyacinthe reached up to her face, wanting to trail his fingers over her skin. Everything about her was so familiar. If only he could see her, he felt certain he'd know who she was.

//Raven...// he murmured. //To help me see better.//

Beat.

//I know you. Don't I?//
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Ada?" Hyacinthe asked. "...Rinkeni? You're still you here." His fingers drifted down over her cheeks, to her lips. He quirked a smile, it pulled at the skin of his throat, traced with jagged scars. "The dromonde is a fickle thing. It did not warn me of this. Perhaps 'tis for the best. I would have had to tell and I don't know what Raven would have done."
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, at least then he'd been a hot raging sea-god! Here he was just...well, okay, still hot. He was half-D'Angeline, after all. But tired and careworn, with scars on his throat and eyes that were cloudy and useless.

"Cocoa," he repeated, trying to place the word. It had been a long time since he'd sipped at warm, delicious chocolate across from a pretty girl. "You are still kind," he marveled. "I hope I am dead again before that kindness runs out."
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"No!" Hyacinthe flinched away, his hands going up to ward himself from a blow. "Please, no! I don't--she's there--if I go back--"

Raven allowed him his wanderings because anything could trigger a vision. And Hyacinthe was only too glad to snatch what little moments of freedom he could, away from the cult who could command him to do anything they wished at any time. Most of them avoided crossing Raven to do so, but then, she was the worst of them anyway.

"Don't make me," he whispered. "I'll be good! I'll whisper the dromonde for if you let me stay."
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bed?" Hyacinthe laughed, a bitter, twisted sound. "I have no bed. No one has a bed anymore. Monsters sleep on piles of bone and shards of teeth and those that are smart try not to sleep at all."

Ada's bed had long since been cold and dark and deep, cradling the bits and pieces her victims had left behind, but he couldn't bring himself to say so.

"Happiness hurts," he said instead. "Because it goes away. In my dreams, I am happy." Sometimes he saw her. "And then I awake."
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"You should leave me," Hyacinthe said, even as he clutched at her hands. Bed. Bath. Warmth. Food. She was singing him a siren's song of desires and he wasn't sure he was strong enough to say no. "If you don't, she will co--"

His tongue froze in his mouth, leaving him choking on air. He was not yet allowed to speak of that. Soon, all would be revealed, but he had been forbidden to speak of it until it was.
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can't stop them," Hyacinthe said, clinging to her hands like a lifeline. "And certainly not alone. The best you can do, rinkeni, is leave, go. Now. Leave me to be--I cannot be trusted. But go."

He looked at her with clouded eyes, the worry still visible in the quirk of his brows--at least until all expression was stolen by the dromonde.

"Avoid the trails left behind. They will lead you down to darkness and you are still light. You cannot escape your own darkness forever, the dark and deep call you, saltwater in your veins. But this, you can avoid if you wish."
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can't control it anymore," he said simply. "My eyes were the price that I could see better."

A price he hadn't willingly paid, but that toed the line of things he was not allowed to speak of.
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-15 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He would have laughed if she'd called him that aloud. And possibly told her all about the Ada whose Hyacinthe he had been. And how he'd died the first time.

He wasn't evil, exactly, not like the others, but he was a long way from good anymore.

"If she calls, I must answer," he said quietly. "I don't have a choice." Literally. So literally.
drowned_in_dromonde: (Gazing)

[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-16 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ask him how many times she'd broken his. The last time, she'd made sure he didn't have a heart left.

The scars under his shirt put the ones on his throat to shame.

"Do I tell you about my world, will only bring you grief," he said, accepting her hand up if only to have an excuse to touch her again. "Dante still lives. And Anders as well."

That would make her happy, right?
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[personal profile] drowned_in_dromonde 2017-12-16 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Who needed to be bright when you were hungry?

"I--I would like to hear your stories, rinkeni," he said, slowly making his way inside. The less he spoke, the less Raven could punish him for.