Regret Jan 25, 2012 20:26:07 GMT -5
Post by Jisa on Jan 25, 2012 20:26:07 GMT -5
Charred circles littered the bare walls and worn down floors. Black marks marred the brick work and dull wooden floors. A rust-laden skylight filtered weak light in through it’s dust crusted panes. Dust motes floated in the air, lit by the dim light of day. Shadows loomed in the lonely corners, battling for their share of space in the attic. In one of these corners, a dark figure was slumped.
His black jacket was wrinkled and faded, as dust had settled on it in the time he’d been there. A black tie lay undone under the collar of a dress shirt, hanging loosely over his torso. Ghosts of rings sagged under his closed eyes, stretched over serious features once full of life.
The house creaked on it’s foundations, seemingly alive itself. Books rustled downstairs, left open near an agape window, as the wind flicked through the pages. This whole building whispered with magic, as if it too possessed powers against any human science in it’s veins.
The first thing that Alex was aware of, was a skull splitting throbbing in the back of his head. Light stung and speared more pain through his head. He had never been able to hold his liquor. The second thing that penetrated the thick fog of sleep was the feeling of… emptiness. Not the usual black hole of nothing that resided in his chest, but a sense of being somehow drained.
Shrugging his muscles out of their tight locks, Alex got to his feet. As a reflex, he flexed his fingers, expecting the usual flow of energy to restore itself and manifest at the tips of his fingers. Nothing happened.
Deep gashes in brick and woodwork, still slightly ashen, revealed themselves to Alex’s returning senses. So he’d overused it last night. Wonderful. Groggily, Alex drifted to the kitchen with the intention of getting a glass of water.