Ohhhh, this is more like it! [Saxsice all but leaps off the boat, arms held out wide as if she's about to embrace the cloud of pollen coming their way, a huge grin on her face. The powdery substance immediately coats every one of her curls and gets itself into all the nooks and crannies of her clothes and, judging by her expression, she couldn't be happier. Turning on her toes in a little circle, Saxsice tosses the nearest person a beaming look.]
This place smells so good! And it's warm!! [She bounds forward, all energy, almost knocking over an approaching person in her haste to bury her face in their armful of flowers.] Oh my god, I need to buy a bikini!
ii. the lotus baths
[Saxsice's good mood lasts right on up to when she happily sinks up to her neck in the bath. She'd tossed her clothes aside, as unconcerned with her nudity as always, stretching her legs out and letting out a long, luxurious groan. She isn't sure what it is, but ever since arriving she's felt less...twitchy. Anxious. And her old creaky bones haven't been as old and creaky (no, she isn't a million years old, she's just close to 30 and doesn't eat/sleep/live healthily). She could almost fall asleep right here...
When the hallucination comes, it's so natural that Saxsice doesn't even realize it's all in her head -- a small, sort of shabby apartment, just this side of too warm, a cheap box fan stuck in the open sliding glass door in a vain effort to get some cool air circulating. There's a dingy, threadbare couch, an old TV, rabbit ears and all, sitting on a stack of milk crates and playing some old movie that's as much static as it is picture. Saxsice herself is lounging on the couch, wearing cut-offs and an oversized t-shirt, a sweating beer can in one hand, bare feet tapping away to the music. And, curled up by her side, sound asleep, is a nine or ten-year-old boy, cuddled to her shoulder despite the heat, his hair sticking out everywhere. With her free hand, Saxsice smooths the child's hair back, an impossibly gentle, tender gesture, the look on her face one of the utmost peace--
The scented water of the baths sloshes everywhere as Saxsice (the real one, the one stuck on the damn island) lurches up and out, her face stricken. She's out, standing naked and shivering with her arms over her chest, breath rattling in and out of her chest. If anyone had seen that -- is still seeing it, still witnessing her deepest, most precious secret -- she doesn't acknowledge them. She just stands there, trembling.]
iii. nightblooming
[You know what's a great way to not acknowledge your innermost hurts? Playing vigilante. Plus, y'know, maybe Saxsice is a little more...sympathetic to a bereaved mother as of late. Don't read too much into it.
She squares her shoulders, glancing over at another would-be rescuer and giving them a grim, serious look.] All righty then, if we wanna go full badass, I gotta just -- one sec. Promise not to freak out. [The usual disclaimer dropped, she cracks her knuckles, rotates her shoulders and then drops forward on all fours to -- well, to transform into a bigass fluffy white wolf.
Listen, if she's gonna kill a bug hivemind, she wants to do it right. You promised not to freak out, damn it.]
Saxsice King | OC
Ohhhh, this is more like it! [Saxsice all but leaps off the boat, arms held out wide as if she's about to embrace the cloud of pollen coming their way, a huge grin on her face. The powdery substance immediately coats every one of her curls and gets itself into all the nooks and crannies of her clothes and, judging by her expression, she couldn't be happier. Turning on her toes in a little circle, Saxsice tosses the nearest person a beaming look.]
This place smells so good! And it's warm!! [She bounds forward, all energy, almost knocking over an approaching person in her haste to bury her face in their armful of flowers.] Oh my god, I need to buy a bikini!
ii. the lotus baths
[Saxsice's good mood lasts right on up to when she happily sinks up to her neck in the bath. She'd tossed her clothes aside, as unconcerned with her nudity as always, stretching her legs out and letting out a long, luxurious groan. She isn't sure what it is, but ever since arriving she's felt less...twitchy. Anxious. And her old creaky bones haven't been as old and creaky (no, she isn't a million years old, she's just close to 30 and doesn't eat/sleep/live healthily). She could almost fall asleep right here...
When the hallucination comes, it's so natural that Saxsice doesn't even realize it's all in her head -- a small, sort of shabby apartment, just this side of too warm, a cheap box fan stuck in the open sliding glass door in a vain effort to get some cool air circulating. There's a dingy, threadbare couch, an old TV, rabbit ears and all, sitting on a stack of milk crates and playing some old movie that's as much static as it is picture. Saxsice herself is lounging on the couch, wearing cut-offs and an oversized t-shirt, a sweating beer can in one hand, bare feet tapping away to the music. And, curled up by her side, sound asleep, is a nine or ten-year-old boy, cuddled to her shoulder despite the heat, his hair sticking out everywhere. With her free hand, Saxsice smooths the child's hair back, an impossibly gentle, tender gesture, the look on her face one of the utmost peace--
The scented water of the baths sloshes everywhere as Saxsice (the real one, the one stuck on the damn island) lurches up and out, her face stricken. She's out, standing naked and shivering with her arms over her chest, breath rattling in and out of her chest. If anyone had seen that -- is still seeing it, still witnessing her deepest, most precious secret -- she doesn't acknowledge them. She just stands there, trembling.]
iii. nightblooming
[You know what's a great way to not acknowledge your innermost hurts? Playing vigilante. Plus, y'know, maybe Saxsice is a little more...sympathetic to a bereaved mother as of late. Don't read too much into it.
She squares her shoulders, glancing over at another would-be rescuer and giving them a grim, serious look.] All righty then, if we wanna go full badass, I gotta just -- one sec. Promise not to freak out. [The usual disclaimer dropped, she cracks her knuckles, rotates her shoulders and then drops forward on all fours to -- well, to transform into a bigass fluffy white wolf.
Listen, if she's gonna kill a bug hivemind, she wants to do it right. You promised not to freak out, damn it.]