Posted Oct. 6, 2020, 3:28 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Ever Zeanar (Chief of Psychiatry) (Ty Napier)
This is how it happens. Faint light breaks through overtaking the dark edges, shedding the last of sleep. For a split moment disorganised without memory, almost a type of amnesia, lost between dream and reality. Then sounds of silent screams breaks the barrier, jarring back to this time and place. Fighting, clashing, attempting to return to the mask of an alternate reality to no avail. Only a brief lull until the echo subsides and with eyes wide open, steady breathing, he fades back into the shadows awaiting the next rem cycle for her to join him again until eternity reigns in the afterlife to be one again. Ever pulled the sheet taut under her chin, rolled and faced the door. Mixture of honeysuckle and linseed oil filled her lungs like breath from a grave permanently open, waiting for it’s occupant to come home. Her hand felt the emptiness behind her as the last of the undercurrent of Kemis’s presence evaporated.
An hour later, dressed, coffee drank, sleep and dreams long out of her mind, Ever stood outside Bonner’s quarters. Completely focussed on the task at hand, she was like a targ with a bone. AS she pressed the chime, her thoughts drifted off to cylinder hidden in her quarters. Whatever secrets it held would have to wait for a few more weeks.
Zeanar, CoP
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