#lostintimeoutoftouch

@lostintimenoutoftouch

It had all become a cycle of sorts, sometime before she lost track of the days. There was only so much power she could channel, after all, and only so many wounds she could regenerate. Only so many hours she could escape the pain and walk in dreams before she had to go back to that cell. 

The dreams Izitayel could offer her got weirder as Alicia got closer to waking up again, she was somehow getting used to it. At least the pain would end, and she knew it, as long as she survived. But the dreams were shorter every time and this was the first time she’d heard a voice in them. 

This time she woke up still in pain, her wounds not even closed, her body once again more of a prison than a house. But she was still hearing that voice, and it took her a few seconds to open her eyes. 

The voice wasn’t a dream. 

“Vadoma?” Alicia coughed, before her body started shaking in the barest imitation of laughter. 

Somebody had come for her, yes, but it had been a Knight. Like the ones she’d fought against for centuries, yes, but also the one she’d fought besides. 

Was this how it all ended, then? Alicia had expected she’d go out in a blaze of glory, or doing something worthwhile. She wasn’t sure why, in truth.  

“They don’t know.” Alicia rasped. “The settlement is safe.” 

The first time Alicia had defied the Assembly, even her allies had been taken aback.

“I will not lead my team into the broken bridge.” She’d announced, setting her foot down. She hadn’t relented nor had she been willing to compromise, and so she had been benched.

Oh, they hadn’t stripped her of her rank or her authority, that would have been foolish. But the team had set off at dawn and they’d done so without her.

“Pray they come back.” Alicia had told the Assembly. “Pray they do.”

She hadn’t finished her threat and she’d left the room shortly after, having gone over the logistics of seizing control of the settlement twice with Izitayel’s help and deciding against it. She didn’t have enough allies, she’d have to kill way too many people. It would have destroyed the settlement and that was something she couldn’t afford.

The team hadn’t come back from their supply run. There had been no communication and no traces, and the settlement had agreed to wait another day before sending a search and rescue team. It had been the second foolish decision they’d taken that week, so for the second time in seventy hours Alicia had overtly defied the will of the settlement. If she had stayed, the wary looks and the general discomfort would have ended in blood, and Alicia knew full well that it wouldn’t be hers.

Three warriors had followed her lead, half a team that set off at dawn under a cloak of secrecy and was now incurring in treason in hopes of saving six lives. Three warriors that were now whispering among themselves as the shadows of their would-be enemies, all of them already dead and walking, approached from three different angles. 

That was going to be quite the battle. 

She’d chosen her favorite sword, a bastard blade she could wield one-handed when she needed to add Hellfire to the mix, and the armor she’d brought when she’d first arrived to the settlement. It was chainmail and leather, light enough to allow her the fast fighting style she favored and with a distinct viking feeling she loved. Her men, on the other hand, wore the mix of plate and pre-apocalypse body armor that the settlement could offer. They hadn’t been given permission to take it, but Alicia wasn’t one to do things by halves and so she’d forced the door open and urged her warriors to be quick about it. They’d also taken spears and two crossbows, and hopefully that would be enough to defend against the incoming zombies. 

Truth be told, she’d chosen the grounds for the battle as well as she’d been able to. They couldn’t be attacked from behind and the presence of so many walking corpses meant that they were near the area where the lost team either was hiding or had been taken prisoner. 

So Alicia grinned, the blood-lust making her heart flutter. She’d hold on in human form for a while in order to take care of those who had followed her, but before the night came she’d have a good chance to go into battle form, she knew it. 

Black Court Apocalypse AU

Molly: 

Demons - Imagine Dragons

While it’s not so much about their relationship as about what they have in common, they’re both hiding something that would chill anybody bold enough to soulgaze them. 

Vadoma: 

Courtesy Call - Thousand Foot Krutch

“It’s not a matter about trust, but will you stand with us?”

Enough said. 

Izzy:

 On my own - Ashes Remain

I’m not saying it took me ages to find a song I liked for those two, but I may have toyed around with the Currents of Time. 

Anyway, given the way those their threads are going, I believe that there will be lots of personal growth when both realize they’re not alone and they can trust each other. Thus, the song. 

@lostintimenoutoftouch

She’s a certainly interesting acquaintance of mine. Maybe even a frenemy, if the term still exists. We are not friends, we could never be, but she has been my ally more than she has been my enemy and after some recent events, I have no intention of moving against her unless my hand is forced. 

Molly: 

“That veil! *Proceeds to squee*”

“Is there something weird about her or have I never paid enough attention?”

“I don’t understand why she barely visits our family. If I could, I would.”

Vadoma: 

“One of us won’t see the next sunrise and I fear the moment our arrangement ends.”

“She’s way too calm, meeting a stranger in a forgotten church.”

“I hate that, for all my power, I still need her help.”

Izzy: 

“I wonder whether she’d understand. Whether she’d accept.” 

“She brings me peace. This can’t be wrong.”

“I’ll personally destroy anybody who tries to harm her.”

Titania: 

“She’s too beautiful to believe she could be human.”

“I cannot allow her to see any weakness in me.”

BCA!AU: “Useful holy problem”

Main verse ~ Leave. Alicia would consider helping, but Izitayel would persuade her not to. 

MiddleAges!AU ~ Help. What would Alicia do without a handmaid that knows how to pick colors? 

BCA!AU ~ Leave. No demonic persuasion needed, Alicia would be pretty happy to get rid of a Knight of Hope

Alicia’s eyes wandered through the cloisters, her attention only vaguely focused on the stained glass windows she’d been sketching. The air was still save for her breathing and the occasional creak of the old wooden bench she was sitting on, the shade of nearly forgotten songs dancing among her memories. 

She’d been to that church once before the town died, and thrice after that. She found something oddly calming in the regal solitude of the forgotten building, a place she could retreat to think and ponder. She’d expected Izitayel to disagree with that particular choice, but the Fallen hadn’t really minded. 

We will not be expected here.