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Sunday, 26 October 2014 21:35She wasn't afraid of the doors. They were a curiosity to her. One that she picked up like a thread, and put down with the same ease as she found something else in the hotel to entertain her. They were a puzzle, she knew, but not one she expected to be able to solve -- not when they were such an assembly here. They were an eclectic bunch, full of the powerful and full of experts, and yet, no one had seemed to sort out how the doors worked; Vanessa, for all she had seen, knew better than to think she would make the difference.
So, she explored. Quietly, carefully. There were plenty of worlds that were fascinating. But she also knew there were those that were dangerous.
She hadn't expected to stumble across her own. It was hard to pinpoint why exactly, but she'd felt as confined to the hotel as her own bones -- a not always uncomfortable thing and often even welcoming.
Abruptly, she found herself treading that all too-familiar beach, which already felt like years ago, the black of the scarf wrapped around her head whipping in the salt-strewn air. And there was Mina. Mina, washed out and pale in contrast to herself. Hair languid, eyes red-rimmed with something that, perhaps, was desperation. Her lips moved and although Vanessa was close she didn't hear the words. It didn't matter anymore, this scene. It had played out and the consequences of it had been played out. Vanessa wished to turn it from her mind's eye now.
"This isn't real," she said a loud, voice just scarcely raised louder than usual, still a quiet burr to each word.
So, she explored. Quietly, carefully. There were plenty of worlds that were fascinating. But she also knew there were those that were dangerous.
She hadn't expected to stumble across her own. It was hard to pinpoint why exactly, but she'd felt as confined to the hotel as her own bones -- a not always uncomfortable thing and often even welcoming.
Abruptly, she found herself treading that all too-familiar beach, which already felt like years ago, the black of the scarf wrapped around her head whipping in the salt-strewn air. And there was Mina. Mina, washed out and pale in contrast to herself. Hair languid, eyes red-rimmed with something that, perhaps, was desperation. Her lips moved and although Vanessa was close she didn't hear the words. It didn't matter anymore, this scene. It had played out and the consequences of it had been played out. Vanessa wished to turn it from her mind's eye now.
"This isn't real," she said a loud, voice just scarcely raised louder than usual, still a quiet burr to each word.