08-24-2020, 03:08 PM
Georgia had disappeared for the last few days - or more so she'd lost track of the last several hours and was fading in and out of a loop, getting so caught up in her own mind that she was very nearly fading in and out of consciousness. It wasn't entirely new; it wasn't entirely scary. She'd feel herself walking, see the sand under her paws, but the information wasn't properly stored in a way she could use it. This went on for hours - dissociating in and out while the sounds of the storm echoed in her ears. She was a little too numb to the outer world; untethered, floating deep in memory she couldn't get out of her head. She saw her father's dying body in her sleep, behind her eyelids, in Sam's lifeless body.
Communicating was hard without zoning out. Finding Aphra, Roxie, Salem, and Diya almost had her turn around if it weren't for the fact that their voices grounded her, somewhat. She wasn't close to any of them. None held significant ground in her mind. Together, engaging in conversation, was overwhelming - loud, like a foghorn. It shook her.
She dragged her eyes over the scene, struggling to comprehend what was going on. From the outside, she looked rather blank in expression; she was slow to figure out that it was Aphra in the body, and that she was pregnant. From there, it wasn't difficult to slide on a smirk and let out a soft snort through her nose. "God, if only I could remember what you said to Michael...a few days ago? A week?" Georgia's brow furrowed. Time was beginning to slip for her. "Lucky for you that I have a shit memory." And that I'm a ticking time bomb and I don't care what you say. Georgia was aware she was a hairpin trigger; and it wasn't her temper. Push her over the edge once; one panic attack, one bit of over stimulation. She'd snap and wreck everyone's shit.
"Anyways, how long until we can smuggle the kids away from her and give them to someone who's willing to actually parent them?" She asked, sliding her legs out until she was laying down.
Communicating was hard without zoning out. Finding Aphra, Roxie, Salem, and Diya almost had her turn around if it weren't for the fact that their voices grounded her, somewhat. She wasn't close to any of them. None held significant ground in her mind. Together, engaging in conversation, was overwhelming - loud, like a foghorn. It shook her.
She dragged her eyes over the scene, struggling to comprehend what was going on. From the outside, she looked rather blank in expression; she was slow to figure out that it was Aphra in the body, and that she was pregnant. From there, it wasn't difficult to slide on a smirk and let out a soft snort through her nose. "God, if only I could remember what you said to Michael...a few days ago? A week?" Georgia's brow furrowed. Time was beginning to slip for her. "Lucky for you that I have a shit memory." And that I'm a ticking time bomb and I don't care what you say. Georgia was aware she was a hairpin trigger; and it wasn't her temper. Push her over the edge once; one panic attack, one bit of over stimulation. She'd snap and wreck everyone's shit.
"Anyways, how long until we can smuggle the kids away from her and give them to someone who's willing to actually parent them?" She asked, sliding her legs out until she was laying down.
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THE SEA WAVES ARE MY EVENING GOWN:
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[glow=#3e4242,200,600]YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT[/glow]
*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags