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logsinthenight2020-01-20 01:02 pm
inthenightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2020-01-20 01:02 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- bucky barnes (gail),
- castiel (inky),
- cheryl blossom (amanda),
- daylight vis lornlit (melly),
- duster (nara),
- eleven (inky),
- ellever brandt (crow),
- jason grace (erica),
- javert (rachel),
- klaes ashford (bee),
- kol mikaelson (jade),
- link (psi),
- maes hughes (erica),
- masaomi kida (wind),
- miriam maisel (chase),
- quentin coldwater (ireth),
- rosinante donquixote (lauren),
- somnus lucis caelum (jae),
- sora (mawi),
- stone (gail),
- will ingram (leu)
EVENT LOG: TURN THE LIGHTS OFF
EVENT LOG:
TURN THE LIGHTS OFF
characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: january 20-29.
content: the lanterns begin to malfunction.
warnings: body horror and psychological horror. please cw tags appropriately.
you'll become one
January 20th arrives the same as all the days before it. There's no great pulse of warning that throbs through the air, no ominous wind that causes the bonfire to shudder. The spirits are neither agitated nor do they hide. You could almost miss the change, if the lanterns weren't always by your side. There's no explanation that comes with the way that it's changed, but it's impossible not to worry when it's happened so suddenly.
Maybe it takes a few days, or maybe it only takes a few hours, but suddenly it isn't just the lanterns that have changed. You, yourself, have become somehow different. It's possible that you won't even have the right state of mind to wonder how long it will last. At the very least, it appears you aren't alone. All across Beacon, lanterns are changing, and changing the people with them.
Out in the distance, the lighthouse's beam has turned green.
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And Quentin twiddles his fingers in Kuai Liang's general direction as he walks away, still laughing and still just watching the dead world around them without fear.
Does he walk in to the woods? Who knows, because Quentin sure as shit doesn't. He just walks until the urge to laugh fades and the fear and hopelessness settles in to his bones like old friends.