Miraculous Cataclysm [INV] May 9, 2017 19:51:07 GMT
Post by MEARA CAVANAUGH on May 9, 2017 19:51:07 GMT
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Those Who Dream
Meara's eyes opened wide as she woke startled and alert, a sharp inhale of air taken as one hand gripped firmly at the light-weighted sheet resting over her body. It was rare for the ebony haired hacktivist to wake with such vigor, let alone so early in the morning. A faint, violet hue cascaded her room through her dimmed blinds, not even feeling the need to rub any form of fatigue from her eyes. Her heart was racing and a film of sweat filled her with discomfort, but the young woman felt as though she couldn't move a single inch until she could breathe again. Slowly, her heart began to relax, and the breath she had been holding was slowly exhaled. Then, that's when the fatigue hit her once again.
It was the sixth night... or morning, for that matter. Meara turned her head to the left side, raising and placing her palm against it as her expression shifted to worry. Six days. It had been six days since she had last spoken with her sister... or at least, heard from her. She had done most of the talking, or at least attempted. The experience and trauma they both faced was heavy indeed but she couldn't even begin to imagine what her twin was going through. She knew she needed space but ever since realizing their spiritual potential and their own spiritual telepathy, they hadn't gone a single day without even an accidentally shared thought. Now, all that remained between them was a disconnected sense of absolute static and sadness... dread and worry. There was a tight, heavy knot throughout her insides and Meara didn't know what to do.
So... she did what she knew... research.
*Snap* *Crack* *Pop*
A few stretches and a crack of her knuckles and neck started off the woman's eye-squinting, monitor-staring, keyboard-tapping day. Ever since their new potential had been released, Meara did her best to find out exactly what had happened to them... and what exactly happened to her sister. A few hours later, Meara leaned back in her chair then walked toward her kitchen to pour herself a new cup of coffee. Her eyes gazed toward the wall once more, her sister's apartment directly next to her own. She had done her absolute best, everything she could think of... but all she wanted was to be left alone. Meara was supposed to be the extreme introvert, not her sister. "Ceira... please, open up to me... say something... anything..."
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