#mun mood

Muses: any

Au's: wrestling, prison, cavewomen, cryptid

((I had something completely different planned for today, but, if you saw my last post, you know IRL hijacked my happiness.  So, have some angst and sadness, a little more reflective of my mood.  4.56 spoilers))

Karo hadn't even realized she had been crawling up the stairs to her tower room at the  Rising Stones until she came to the conclusion that she had to stand up to open the door at the top of them to enter the suite there.  Her head was still spinning as she dragged herself to her feet and pushed the door open, shuffling in on weary feet.  Salt was drying on her cheeks as she realized that her feelings were slowly returning after a rare binge at the spirits stashed behind the counter on the main floor.

The room spun as if the tower was a children’s toy top instead of the solid pillar of stone beneath her feet, and she fell to her knees keening a cry of near despair.  She had carried Alisaie here herself after her collapse at the Ghimlyt Dark, placing her gently in the Dawn’s Respite alongside the other four Scions, and then promptly took to drink.  She had but this very night to rest in her own bed before having to return to the field, and decided to take advantage of the safety and security of her own quarters.  She had no energy to scream to the heaven’s like she desired, the thin cry all she could still muster as she crawled to her bed.  The room didn’t spin as much as she curled into a ball, lamenting the lost souls of her family as she drifted into unconsciousness--feeling so terribly alone after being wrapped in their love for so long.