Persis

-- the accumulating anger inside me, I exit my comfortable imprisonment to begin my quest of @SternGoddess . }}

-- It cannot go on like this. Has the queen of the dead lost her last remaining grain of sanity?Abruptly, with the force of --

-- of the pillows that grace the bed which has been hosting me for the past hours. Yet I haven’t sleep a sole minute. This is absurd.--

{restless, yet, to a certain degree, tired , I scrub my face with the back of my hands, pushing my head into the soft cushions ---

- too occupied with supervising the harvest to bother. But if she did notice, what action will she take? Will she face @SternGoddess ? }

- enhanced by the presence of @SternGoddess . I can’t help but wonder if my mother has already noticed my absence or if she’s way -

- inclined to travel. Even the wood smells like death. The air is tainted with the very presence of it and the atrocious aura is only -

{ My fingers trace the hard wood of the bedpost, idly creating abstract patterns to distract my mind from the dangerous paths it’s-

- on the new character of everything. }

-- my ears; can it be @SternGoddess ? ? The clinking noise ends abruptly and I blame the phantom on my imagination, on exhaustion and --

-- Placed onto the large bed, with my hands behind my head , my eyes scanning the room. The faint sound of some footsteps reaches--

-- already have a different perception of time than those who merely live a century, yet I can’t help but notice this weird sensation. --

{ Even the time seems to have a different flow here. It seems to linger more than usual, giving the place a icy feel; us, immortals --

am indeed entrapped, forced to sleep in the room next to the most fascinated creature I have layed eyes upon }}

-- evening. Maybe it is all just a dream in the first place. But the hint of @SternGoddess ‘s scent proves me otherwise. I --

-- situation, leaving me a shell of uncertainty and …what? Stress? The bed lays empty and I firmly believe it will be of no use this --

{{ Now that I am alone, my thoughts drift only farther away, separating me from the present moment, from the most unusual --

~~ nervous and somehow content at the same time}}

~~ that claims the center of the room and I lower myself onto it, scrubbing my face with my hands, pushing my fingers into my eyes ~~

~~ around me, hardly able to register my surroundings. Not a single detail of my room is acknowledged, except the large bed that ~~