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Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 ([personal profile] fridgetothefire) wrote2014-11-10 10:15 pm

057 ☣ But now am found

[She feels brittle and stretched, like an old rubber band, achy and shocky. The world isn't quite steady. She blinks open tacky eyelids, sees blue sky instead of read cape, then closes them again, takes carefully counted breaths, tries to center herself in her body until the static clears. She sits up, and realizes dimly that the world really isn't steady. She's in a little motorboat on a charming neighborhood canal of some sort, rocking lightly with the shallow waves. The position of the sun suggests it's afternoon. She doesn't have a hangover but she still feels strange, unreal and full of echoes. Her back aches where she was laying on something - her communicator. Her breath whooshes out as memory rushes in, and she swallows several times, picks it up with hands that shake only slightly.]


[Public, video]

[Anya has messy hair and a drawn expression, carefully tamping down on hope and fear alike.]

...hello, this is Anya, can anyone hear this?



[Private to the Admiral, a little later]

Give me an expanded storage room off the maintenance office and I'll be able to stock up better.
maced_eggs: (bicycle)

[personal profile] maced_eggs 2014-11-17 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)




I want to go home. Except I don't know where home is anymore.
maced_eggs: (I don't remember how to fight)

[personal profile] maced_eggs 2014-11-18 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[He turns wide, frightened eyes up to Anya, shaking his head]

Love, I don't have a life. Haven't had one in forty years. It's too late. There's nothing left for me.
maced_eggs: (bicycle)

[personal profile] maced_eggs 2014-11-20 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
But then I wouldn't be with the people I like.
maced_eggs: (tuck me in?)

[personal profile] maced_eggs 2014-11-24 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I've stayed in the same place for forty years. And I've been fucking it up for just that long.
maced_eggs: (meet me in half an hour)

[personal profile] maced_eggs 2014-11-25 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck no. I liked being the way I was.
maced_eggs: (sitting on the side of the road)

[personal profile] maced_eggs 2014-11-26 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I was too drunk to know what was all together and what wasn't.

Undead means being broken, Anya love. Not all together.
maced_eggs: (reading)

[personal profile] maced_eggs 2014-11-29 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Because we're not truly living and we haven't truly moved on to the afterlife. We're stuck in the inbetween. Don't belong to either world. It's like being a ghost.