witchship: (i think i'll catch fire and burn up)
morgana. ([personal profile] witchship) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_ooc 2018-10-21 06:03 am (UTC)

morgana | the house in fata morgana

one of us, one of us
[ the girl in the traveling robes isn't one for groups or crowds. in fact, they make her quite uncomfortable. as such, she steals away from the majority, disappearing into the fog. there are stranger things out there than awakening in this place, wherever it is, whatever it is. the traveler loses herself to the fog, disappearing into it as easily as pulling the hood over her head.

the skeletons are alarming. she gets close enough for one to notice her, and the traveler pulls her hood down lower, trying to hide her face. as she does, the skeletal arm in her sleeve is exposed, and then begins the conundrum: morgana is absorbed into the horde. one of us, one of us, ONE OF US.

so - in the fog, there's a girl. and around the girl is a cluster of skeletons, shambling along, flanking her on all sides. she can't move, because all her exits are closed off. ]


Move! I must leave! I cannot stay here any longer, you foolish cluster of bones. I asked you to move, won't you please -

[ yeah, asking isn't going to work. ]

guillermo del toro's scary stories to tell in the dark
[ disclaimer: del toro did not direct this segment of morgana's jaunty harvest vacation.

the feast table is bountiful. it reminds her of times lost to the flow of memories, but ever present in her mind. such opulence and green makes her stomach churn, makes morgana want to retch. it's simply godless, in her opinion. as such -

there is a person with a hood hanging low over their head. they have pulled a chair away from the table, to a corner that somehow seems darker than the rest of astoria altogether. this person sits with their hands in her lap; one hand of flesh, the other of bone. their robes are torn and dirty, their feet bare, their energy seems to dare you to approach. if you choose to, a sickly sweet voice slips out from under the hood. it's hard to believe someone with such an appearance would so tender and gentle, so sugary and clear. it's like honey, perhaps, straight from the hive. ]


...Haha. Don't be so shy, my dear. Come, closer.

[ the flash hand rises, beckoning. do you take the invitation? ]

Would you like to hear a story? I've plenty to entertain those ears of your's.


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[ feel free to tag me with your own starter! i'm easily reachable through pm if you would like to hash something out in particular. ]

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