Part if it is how much she's wondering, waiting for the world to start turning how it always has again. Part of it is how offput she is, how she's wondering, how much is wrong with her, what doesn't she remember?
But mostly, it's because right when she thinks she might never be able to sleep over the cacophony of thunder and wind, the storm screaming outside as the heavens baptize the world in harsh rain.
It feels wrong in her bones. As she looks out her window at the forest, she can feel that this isn't good. How connected she's felt to it since she returned from whatever limbo she was stuck in—Max knows, this isn't...okay. This isn't good.
She still hates those fucking trees.
Ultimately, she's mesmerized. Max watches the storm until the moment it all stops, and the fog rolls away like always, and the sun emerges. It stings her eyes, but she's not focused on that, instead feeling something like a glassy film wash over her mind. Max has to sit down for a moment, consciously acknowledging the haze that's setting over her.
She doesn't feel any different. That's what Max settles on, at least for the moment. The only thing that's changed, she...
Doesn't want to think about it. Instead, her ears perk up, trying to catch the sound of any movement from down the hall, as she rushes to Basil's room without sparing more than a moment. ]
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backdated, immediately post september event
Date: 2023-10-06 04:32 am (UTC)The sun will be rising soon, but Max can't sleep.
Part if it is how much she's wondering, waiting for the world to start turning how it always has again. Part of it is how offput she is, how she's wondering, how much is wrong with her, what doesn't she remember?
But mostly, it's because right when she thinks she might never be able to sleep over the cacophony of thunder and wind, the storm screaming outside as the heavens baptize the world in harsh rain.
It feels wrong in her bones. As she looks out her window at the forest, she can feel that this isn't good. How connected she's felt to it since she returned from whatever limbo she was stuck in—Max knows, this isn't...okay. This isn't good.
She still hates those fucking trees.
Ultimately, she's mesmerized. Max watches the storm until the moment it all stops, and the fog rolls away like always, and the sun emerges. It stings her eyes, but she's not focused on that, instead feeling something like a glassy film wash over her mind. Max has to sit down for a moment, consciously acknowledging the haze that's setting over her.
She doesn't feel any different. That's what Max settles on, at least for the moment. The only thing that's changed, she...
Doesn't want to think about it. Instead, her ears perk up, trying to catch the sound of any movement from down the hall, as she rushes to Basil's room without sparing more than a moment. ]