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hadriel_logs2016-03-03 01:15 pm
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Entry tags:
the morning after
Who: Josh Washington and Emily
What: The weirdest "morning after" these two could ever have imagined
Where: Hope's temple, possibly moving outside
When: March 1st
Warnings: Language, nudity, Emily's attitude, and references to cannibalism and violence with possible gore. Will edit if others come up.
[This fucking bed. It feels hard as rock, which Emily can confirm because she spent a fair amount of time on the freezing, rock floor of the mines on the mountain. At least she's not in any pain from it. Though really, what a shit thing for these gods to do on top of feeding them human goddamn meat and bringing them here in the first place.
Wait a minute.
She'd eaten some of that meat. She'd started to change. She'd been locked in her room by the others for their own safety in the most ironic fucking occurrence she can think of. A wendigo had possessed her after all. Hilarious. Fucking hysterical.
She remembers the others warning the city of the curse, and she remembers Chris telling her Hope could cure them. It's hard to be sure of much, though. Her memories get foggier the more she tries to conjure them up, a mess of anger and hunger and terror assaulting her even now that it's clearly all over.
Pressing her palms against the stone surface beneath her, Emily opens her eyes.
She can see. It is over. And this isn't her room or her bed.
That fact makes her bolder. She sits up, swaying a bit from the change in position, and breathes deep as her brain quickly adjusts to the change, and to being human again.
That's when it registers that she's in Hope's temple (how did she get here?), she's naked (Hope you fucking pervert), and she's not alone (who's that?). She turns to look at the other person coming to in the temple, trying as best she can to cover up her chest (not hard, but don't you dare say a goddamn thing about that) when she recognizes him.
That fucker.]
Jesus fuck, Josh!
[Emily immediately slides off the altar and hides behind it, breathing deep to try and slow her heart rate back to normal. She's not sure if she's more scared or angry, but one thing is certain: the hopeful atmosphere of the temple isn't doing much to temper her rather violent emotions.]
You fucking dick, what the hell! [she says from her hiding place. Her cold, stony hiding place, where she's sitting with her back to the altar and her arms strategically arranged to preserve at least some of her modesty in case Josh decides to wander over.]
What: The weirdest "morning after" these two could ever have imagined
Where: Hope's temple, possibly moving outside
When: March 1st
Warnings: Language, nudity, Emily's attitude, and references to cannibalism and violence with possible gore. Will edit if others come up.
[This fucking bed. It feels hard as rock, which Emily can confirm because she spent a fair amount of time on the freezing, rock floor of the mines on the mountain. At least she's not in any pain from it. Though really, what a shit thing for these gods to do on top of feeding them human goddamn meat and bringing them here in the first place.
Wait a minute.
She'd eaten some of that meat. She'd started to change. She'd been locked in her room by the others for their own safety in the most ironic fucking occurrence she can think of. A wendigo had possessed her after all. Hilarious. Fucking hysterical.
She remembers the others warning the city of the curse, and she remembers Chris telling her Hope could cure them. It's hard to be sure of much, though. Her memories get foggier the more she tries to conjure them up, a mess of anger and hunger and terror assaulting her even now that it's clearly all over.
Pressing her palms against the stone surface beneath her, Emily opens her eyes.
She can see. It is over. And this isn't her room or her bed.
That fact makes her bolder. She sits up, swaying a bit from the change in position, and breathes deep as her brain quickly adjusts to the change, and to being human again.
That's when it registers that she's in Hope's temple (how did she get here?), she's naked (Hope you fucking pervert), and she's not alone (who's that?). She turns to look at the other person coming to in the temple, trying as best she can to cover up her chest (not hard, but don't you dare say a goddamn thing about that) when she recognizes him.
That fucker.]
Jesus fuck, Josh!
[Emily immediately slides off the altar and hides behind it, breathing deep to try and slow her heart rate back to normal. She's not sure if she's more scared or angry, but one thing is certain: the hopeful atmosphere of the temple isn't doing much to temper her rather violent emotions.]
You fucking dick, what the hell! [she says from her hiding place. Her cold, stony hiding place, where she's sitting with her back to the altar and her arms strategically arranged to preserve at least some of her modesty in case Josh decides to wander over.]