Post by lucy on Dec 8, 2012 17:14:12 GMT -5
It had been four days since James Darkwood and Arinne the water nymph had appeared at the edge of the woods, with them two blood-spattered cadavers that had once held the souls of Lucan Lucchesi and Bobbi Koester. It had been ninety-six hours since Lux herself had seen the sight of the two of them; wide eyes that refused to close and a ghostly vacancy of everything that those bodies had once held that showed a sign that the two demigods had once lived. Five thousand, seven hundred and sixty minutes since Lucy Chandler had peeked outside of the Ares cabin window to see what all the commotion was inspired by, and that was what she had seen. Her brother and a friend of a friend. The life had been sucked out of them.
And now, Lux was standing in the middle of the cabin commons along with others who had known the two fallen teenagers. Despite the bitterly cold temperatures, she was wearing a short-sleeved black dress that she had never used before now. Despite the chilled air, Lux was sweating and her forehead was throbbing with a warm pain, along with an identical feeling in her chest. The daughter of Ares had never known before what heartache felt like, but now she had discovered it. Her heart literally throbbed, like a bad headache that always seemed to come back. She didn't know what to do with herself. Granted, she hadn't spoken with Luke for more than short five-minute intervals for a month or so now, but nonetheless he had been one of the people she'd felt closest to during her stay at camp.
How could he be gone, just like that?
As the formal part of the service ended and most of the campers dispersed, heading back to their cabins and shutting the doors to escape the cold, Lux stayed. She sat down on one of the benches near the Artemis cabin and felt almost nothing as tears swelled in her eyes and froze on their pathways down her cheeks. It was hard to comprehend, and she was trying to balance the feelings of delusion and what she was telling herself, that she needed to understand it. Lucan Lucchesi was gone, and he wasn't coming back.
words; enough.
notes; open to everybody.
tags; open.
muse; exploded.
listening to; for the first time - the script.
outfit; black dress/flats.