♕ |[25]| Where neither red, nor gold, nor wine, nor the rhythm of life is known.

[had_not_lived]

[Audio]

I didn't mean to go through. I was only trying to see if I could find Anne, and while I was looking in it's like it moved to swallow me up and.

[There's a pause here as Neil tries to collect himself. He's managing not to sniffle, but not even trying to hide how distraught he is.]

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know I'd fall through.

I want to come back. Please. I don't want to be here.

Comments

[wingstock.livejournal.com]

[ sigh ]

The one thing you can count on is that the City powers don't seem to like stasis. If you don't go home then a way to get out will probably present itself.

Or it's possible that it will be treated like a 'curse' and simply stop, leaving you right where you would be if you were in the City proper. It is a little like that curse where people were trapped in an empty City. Isolation with no perceivable exits.

[had_not_lived]

I hope that's true. It's just-- that man said, he said the City's falling apart.

[wingstock.livejournal.com]

There isn't any proof of that. I wonder if there is a world within a world---outside the barrier, but not home.

[had_not_lived]

You think that's where I am, now?

[wingstock.livejournal.com]

Possibly. I would give it a little more time----see if the continual tear on the walls has any effect on where you are---or in your case, if anything changes.

[had_not_lived]

I guess.

I could try to break a window, but I'm afraid I'd freeze...

[wingstock.livejournal.com]

Or something more unpleasant than cold air might invite itself in.

[had_not_lived]

I don't even want to think about what you might mean.