09-01-2020, 01:09 AM
Georgia could barely walk because of the pain. It rattled around her organs, hollowed out her stomach; every joint creaked and ached like she was getting on in years. She knew what it was from and had refused to acknowledge it for days on end now. She survived on necessities, when her body screamed at her to eat something or move. When she was too restless to lie in bed. There was a certain caliber of emptiness that accompanied her wherever she went; she'd lay down and die if she were capable of it. However, her compulsions - not obsessive ones - got in her way; she'd move without consciously knowing. She'd reach for a piece of stimulation without actively thinking for one. It bothered her, when she came out of her daze, knowing her body was betraying her mind.
Today, she had climbed down from her house precariously, her bare feet aching on the wooden stairs. Her ankles, arms and legs were riddled with bruises from her useless bumping about. Her scrawny, weightless body was hidden in the folds of a massive white hoodie that swallowed her. Biker shorts could hardly be seen, as the hoodie nearly came halfway down her legs. Her freckles had faded and her hair had darkened at the roots - a lack of sunlight exposure haunted her appearance. Her curls were tied aimlessly in a bun against the crown of her head.
De would be around for her daily check in anytime now. Georgia wanted to escape her mentor's prying eyes and questions. She didn't appreciate the constant surveillance she was under. Hell, she knew Deniz was only there to keep an eye on her, despite what she said. Paranoia was creeping up her spine, and she struggled to hide it under her hoodie.
Despite her wishes to stay away from her mentor, Georgia somehow ended up at her front door instead. She stared at the door, very nearly banging her head into it with her frustration. The smell of bacon and pancakes was a little cold, but it made her starved stomach ache with the thought of breakfast. Georgia pushed her way inside with little precedent, fingers trembling from her exhaustion. She leaned heavily on a wall, shoving her hands in her pockets as De exited the bathroom.
"Hey, do you think I could - whoa," Georgia blinked, trying her very best to appear interested in De's sudden change of appearance. "Vibe check." She nodded, bits of hair falling out of her bun. "I dig the hair," She tacked on, not sure how she felt about seeing her Captain and mentor in a yellow sundress. She twiddled her thumbs, looking past De to the kitchen. "You don't think I could get a bit of breakfast from your kitchen, do you?" Gia asked nervously.
Today, she had climbed down from her house precariously, her bare feet aching on the wooden stairs. Her ankles, arms and legs were riddled with bruises from her useless bumping about. Her scrawny, weightless body was hidden in the folds of a massive white hoodie that swallowed her. Biker shorts could hardly be seen, as the hoodie nearly came halfway down her legs. Her freckles had faded and her hair had darkened at the roots - a lack of sunlight exposure haunted her appearance. Her curls were tied aimlessly in a bun against the crown of her head.
De would be around for her daily check in anytime now. Georgia wanted to escape her mentor's prying eyes and questions. She didn't appreciate the constant surveillance she was under. Hell, she knew Deniz was only there to keep an eye on her, despite what she said. Paranoia was creeping up her spine, and she struggled to hide it under her hoodie.
Despite her wishes to stay away from her mentor, Georgia somehow ended up at her front door instead. She stared at the door, very nearly banging her head into it with her frustration. The smell of bacon and pancakes was a little cold, but it made her starved stomach ache with the thought of breakfast. Georgia pushed her way inside with little precedent, fingers trembling from her exhaustion. She leaned heavily on a wall, shoving her hands in her pockets as De exited the bathroom.
"Hey, do you think I could - whoa," Georgia blinked, trying her very best to appear interested in De's sudden change of appearance. "Vibe check." She nodded, bits of hair falling out of her bun. "I dig the hair," She tacked on, not sure how she felt about seeing her Captain and mentor in a yellow sundress. She twiddled her thumbs, looking past De to the kitchen. "You don't think I could get a bit of breakfast from your kitchen, do you?" Gia asked nervously.
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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