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revivalproject2022-03-17 01:00 am
dr_riley) wrote in revivalproject2022-03-17 01:00 am
what's that eerie quiet feeling OTA
WHO: Drake et al
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Storm ghosts
WHEN: The Storm
WARNINGS: none as yet
Drake has never particularly liked storms. Of course, he's used to crashing thunder and concerning torrents of rain, and this.......this isn't that. With the heavy blanket of fog and eerie muffling of sounds, this is a little too they're coming to get you, Barbara. It had seemed to happen so fast, too, crowding him, gathering in thick, stifling banks without his notice. It was cold. It was quiet. It was horrible.
I will make you feel alone.
NOPE, no, that was...that was a nightmare, and it's over, it's fine, he's fine, everything is fine. Everything is...
There was a glimpse of color. What was that? Movement? Should he call out? His primitive monkey brain was urging him not to, fog bad, fog hide, danger danger danger
There it was again. Bright teal. Unmistakable. Out of place. There was a horrified suspicion simmering at the back of his mind, trying to bubble to the surface, but it was too awful to allow any consideration - until...
"...'Drea?"
It wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible, it was too cruel, but the fog curled away from her enough to see
her red hair, styled in graceful waves and pinned in a victory curl
the turquoise shirt dress that cost a bit much but looked amazing
dat ass
How did she get here? Why hadn't she reached out on the network? Was she okay, was she in shock, where was she going?
"'Drea!" The fog swallowed her up again. "Andrea, wait! Andrea!"
Given his work and his many close calls, Drake should have been deeply suspicious, but any alarms that might have been going off in his head were tinny and staticky like an old radio with a bad signal. He didn't even notice when the thin tendrils of the Storm reached in and quietly switched it off.
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Storm ghosts
WHEN: The Storm
WARNINGS: none as yet
Drake has never particularly liked storms. Of course, he's used to crashing thunder and concerning torrents of rain, and this.......this isn't that. With the heavy blanket of fog and eerie muffling of sounds, this is a little too they're coming to get you, Barbara. It had seemed to happen so fast, too, crowding him, gathering in thick, stifling banks without his notice. It was cold. It was quiet. It was horrible.
I will make you feel alone.
NOPE, no, that was...that was a nightmare, and it's over, it's fine, he's fine, everything is fine. Everything is...
There was a glimpse of color. What was that? Movement? Should he call out? His primitive monkey brain was urging him not to, fog bad, fog hide, danger danger danger
There it was again. Bright teal. Unmistakable. Out of place. There was a horrified suspicion simmering at the back of his mind, trying to bubble to the surface, but it was too awful to allow any consideration - until...
"...'Drea?"
It wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible, it was too cruel, but the fog curled away from her enough to see
her red hair, styled in graceful waves and pinned in a victory curl
the turquoise shirt dress that cost a bit much but looked amazing
dat ass
How did she get here? Why hadn't she reached out on the network? Was she okay, was she in shock, where was she going?
"'Drea!" The fog swallowed her up again. "Andrea, wait! Andrea!"
Given his work and his many close calls, Drake should have been deeply suspicious, but any alarms that might have been going off in his head were tinny and staticky like an old radio with a bad signal. He didn't even notice when the thin tendrils of the Storm reached in and quietly switched it off.