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@fliphimthebird​

Jessica had had to stop and think about it. Had she noticed a change in the way Kilgrave had been acting in her hallucinations? Excluding the addition of Reva when things had really ramped up, she couldn’t be sure. He had been a little less grossly flirting with her but then again those had never really been part of her hallucinations to begin with. Making a small sound at the back of her throat when she fully realised when Kilgrave had changed.

Kilgrave had started noticing his surroundings a lot more. And even made comments on them. In the pas that hadn’t been that unusual however, he was making comments about Flower and Eddie as if he had actually met them. Now that she actually stopped long enough to analyse the word choice he had been using in her presence, Jessica cursed. “About four days,” she slowly admitted to him.

“And the other symptoms wouldn’t occur because of my healing,” she breathed although she did look at her leg. Motherfucker still hadn’t healed. They had yet to work that part out. But the headaches? Nosebleeds? She hadn’t had any. So she hadn’t been fully aware of the attacks. Feeling the cold of the metal around her wrist. she had opened her mouth to make a comment about her strength but didn’t get far. As she had turned when she heard the clock chimes.

“...fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.” Jessica’s response was to insult and ask questions never.

Her words had managed to stop Vecna from approaching though. That was a relief. Something told her if he got too close his mouth would probably smell of blood and rotting flesh. Or some other bullshit like that. So he wasn’t coming forward and he wasn’t trying to kill her. Yet.

About to say something else, Jessica noticed that he had waved his clawed...whatever the hell it was and now half of the landscape had woken up and was coming for her. “Oh fuck me sideways,” she growled as she dodged the first thing to launch itself at her. Rolling to her feet she realised that in doing so she had gotten closer to Vecna.

“Yeah, nope.” She used her powers to jump up and over his head and raced away from him. Having to use her speed to ensure that she managed to successfully dodge the deadly landscape. She slid to a stop for a second as she heard ....she grinned. Oh that sweet fucking demon. One of her favourite songs.

Iron Man.

Not entirely sure what the music was supposed to do, she had to stop herself from doing something incredibly stupid and jumping where she shouldn’t. Staying in one place for too long however, allowed one of Vecna’s vines to penetrate through her shoulder. Without hesitation, she reached up and ripped thing off and out of her body. Hearing the screams, she turned back and sighed. “Next time ask for consent,” she snarled at him.

Jessica spotted the room Eddie was in. Putting on a burst of speed and dodging the last few flailing limbs she jumped through it. Only to kind of fall back into her body in the room with Eddie. Gasping as she realised she was back in the room with Eddie, she coughed a little.

She blinked her eyes open, instantly alert but unwilling to bring herself to move just yet. Where was she? A forest. How long had she slept?

“Time has no place in these fields. What is one pass of the sun here could be sixty for the outside world.”

“He killed me.” Her voice wobbled as tears clogged her throat. She tested her words on her tongue then listened to the voice that sounded. It was nothing like her own -- she inhaled sharply.. Was she dead? Would she remain here in the fields or be escorted to Helheim as Odyn hinted?

“Yes. “ Fenryr agreed. “You are slower than you should be but it cannot be helped, you are human after all and limited in what your body can do.”  His voice lacked much emotion until his final words and in those were a touch of something that she could just pick part if her brain would connect. “Odyn gives you a gift, a boon that you have earned in previous lifetimes.”

“That is why I wake here and not in Helheim?”

“Yes.”

“I am broken.” She confessed, rolling onto her back so that her stare could find the sky. Night remained in the fields and she could hear the whispers of the forest as the trees tattled their sly movements to each other. The night beasts sang and pledged their allegiance to the lady and her child within the sky. She listened while her fingers moved to inspect her throat and then slide down her body. There was no pain. The lout had broken a tree trunk against her chest and she was here. She knew that the Vykrul was no longer within the forest and the hunt, for tonight, was over.

“Yes.” He agreed.

Disappointment bloomed. “Can you leave with me? Come with me as you have sent your sons?”

“Asking stupid questions is very mortal of you, Elska.” Once more the large wolf’s voice was bored and from the corner of her eyes she saw him move. His head lowering to rest upon one massive paw.

The word, the name and her stomach clenched and rolled. “Wait..”

“Ekki gráta elsku mina” Rosemarri’s eye rolled upwards to find the sky and then backwards still until all that was left was the whites before her lids clamped closed and one hand jerked upwards to press her palm against them.

The smell of the Inn was something welcoming and sweet. It greeted her with a lemon scented hello and promised a clean, dry landing spot for any that stepped inside. The outside had not promised such, the wood on the Inn looked rotted and planks gray from age. The windows were clean but dimmed as if made that way so to block out the cursed world on it’s other side.  This place was called Duskwood and the town, Darkshire. The last standing place of peace for a small collection of townsfolk that refused to give up their home to a cursed land.

She turned to find her escort had vanished as soon as she entered and all that she had left of him was the cloak that sheltered her diminutive frame. The people within stared and their features ranged from curious to hostile but she still moved to stand near the fire to attempt to dry herself. Her hair hung in tangled, wet curls that partially bunched around her face due to the position of the cloaks fur and the rest matted against her back. Her dress was in the same sorry condition as her hair, she could feel it.

The warn cloak was kept closed as if that was to be used as armor against the unknown but it would seem the more she clung, the expressions of hostility mutated to something else.  Something she was not ready for.  Her stomach cinched and bile burned at her throat. She was not wanted here! This was to be place that was promised to her to be safe. These people were to protect her from herself.. -- a large armored man moved to stand before her and she compressed her lips to keep the bile from turning into tears.

“I am Sir Jaxson Marlone… Marshall of the Borderland Coalition. You are safe here.”

She was safe.

Rosemarri’s body rolled until she pressed her face into the grass, smearing her brow into the dirt in some attempt to soothe herself with pressure. Her hands mimicked the motion until she could grip the grass and pull. “Why does it hurt….” She mewled.

“Sometimes memories do, Elska.”