Thread: Avalon (Hat+Heart)

It had been a long and tiresome day for her, and as the Sun retreated beyond the horizon, leaving streaks and swirls and yellow and orange, she retreated from the day to the safety of home. The small home was empty and quiet, few sounds echoing throughout and little light casting its glow across the walls and halls. Save for her presence, all was still. And as she trudged dramatic and miserably to her room, she still somehow gave the emptiness some kind of life. Throw the bag in the corner, work her way out of her blazer. It was a process, getting away from the remains of the day. But after she was dressed down, it was back down the halls to start the bath and grab the towel and washcloth. She was slow about getting everything together, and longing gazes were often cast down the hall. No more lingering and no more longing though. To hell with it! She practically dashed for the bathroom and stripped down completely, she slid into the tub, a contented sigh slipping from her lips before she had even fully lowered herself in. Warmed and relaxed, she lied back, mind as calm as her body. She had soaked a good minute before the peace was disturbed, and she hadn't even noticed initally. Dark brown eyes opened slowly, blinking once then twice as the young woman slowly sat up. It was like reality was separating before. Her eyes had bulged like saucers by the time the space around her had shifted. Reasonably panicked, she jumped up and grabbed her towel, clutching it to her chest. W-what the hell is going on!? Not that the oddity occuring around her would supply an answer. Before she could utter another sound even, the feeling of falling captured her, and only a yell echoed through the blankness. It was like a small piece of eternity, short and yet as though it lasted forever. She didn't know how long she 'fell' for, but before she knew it, she had landed on a smooth floor, grunting softly. One arm stretched out before her and the other crossed over her chest and still clutching her towel, she was haphazardly stretched out across the floor, lying on her stomach for a minute before she slowly sat up, confusion slowly overthrowing the blank expression on her face. As her eyes swept from one corner of the room to the other, the growing emptiness in her hands drew her attention down, mouth dropping and a quiet gasp escaping as she looked at her towel, deteriorating slowly. N-no, wait! She attempted to stretch it to its full length and fumbled about covering herself, looking up for a second and quickly realizing she was not alone. It wasn't a shock that a panicked scream followed, and she abandoned the towel completely to desperately wrap her arms around herself. Wet and no longer as warm, her soft, brown skin glowed softly in the dull light. Smooth curves and long legs, drawing to her chest, were illuminated softly in the light. Her hair that had once been clipped up was now thrown in disarray, the dark locks falling about her forehead and from their haphazard bun in loose strands. She looked every bit like a disoriented deer trapped in a pair of headlights. Headlights that were as mysterious as they were terrifying. I- I don't understand... What's going on? Any other time, she would have hated the fear that had edged into her tone. The slight crack in her voice would generally be the warning before tears started, and she hated that just as much. But in this moment, she could only focus on the youth before her and the fact that she was obviously not home, and probably not even on her world. She felt even worse than Dorothy did out of Kansas. Her eyes stared up at the young man before her. Wide, questioning and terrified. One thought surely was reflected in them as it echoed through her mind. What in the world was going?