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Fanfic: Seelenschlaf
stand talking about Liam any longer.
Rosalind bit her lower lip. The tension was in the air, electrifying her. Both were silent now. There was silence for a while, neither woman spoke. Ava because she didn't think it necessary, and Rosalind out of shame for going too far.
"I think I should go on now ..." the white-haired woman began. "Wait, Ava ... Please, stay," the brown-haired woman pleaded urgently. Ava wanted to refuse, but for some inexplicable reason she didn't: “Good.” So for now she had a place to stay.
"Cecilia is still working and Timothy is also still at school. Cilia is picking up Tim today," said Darcy Ava. So she would get to know more people ... "What about this ... E ... what was his name?Edding? What about that? ", the white-haired woman asked casually, as she had recovered a little. A shadow flickered over Rosalind's face before she replied:" Eric ... died eight years ago. In an accident at work. "" Oh ... "was all Ava could think of. The brown-haired woman stood up, shaking her head and took out various groceries." You don't need to be sorry. A steel beam fell on him. Eric died instantly ... But at least I know that he is now living in the realm of lost souls until one day he will be reborn ... Maybe I'll meet him then ... "Rosalind took two pots out of a kitchen cupboard. She was obviously preparing dinner.
"If you have to pee, the bathroom is down the hall, the third door from the left. The guest room, hence yours, is right across the street. Pick some clothes out of my closet. My room is the first from the left.", Informed the brown-haired Ava.
The white-haired woman silently followed the request made by the flower to leave. Ava went into Rosalind's room and didn't pay much attention to the furnishings, but opened the alder-wood cupboard doors. She reached in at random and took out a few items of clothing.
So that was already done.
Sighing softly, she looked in the mirror, stared at the pale face. "You are so stupid, Ava. So stupid.", She said to herself. She was about to avert her gaze when suddenly her face stared at Aoife's half-dead face. Ava stopped short and gave a small gasp. That couldn't be true!
"Ava ... love ... listen." Breathed Aoife's voice. The white-haired woman turned pale.
She was overwhelmed by fear. Panicked, she called out to the portrait in the mirror: "Go away, get out! Get away! Leave me alone! You are not real!" Aoife's loving expression blurred. She now saw an Aoife who couldn't be Aoife and yet it was. Surreal. The word was the only one true.
"Well wait! What do you think?", Aoife's distorted reflection spat in a tinny voice, "It won't be the last time!" "You are not Aoife! Get out of it!", The white-haired woman screamed. "Die, unworthy ones!", Aoife hissed in another tinny voice. Suddenly the "Spiegel-Aoife" reached out to Ava. The hand came out of the mirror! "No." Ava said in a choked tone. The fear tightened her throat. Her body started to shake. But she had to pull herself together.
She reached blindly behind her, got hold of something and smashed a wrench forward. There was a shrill clink as the mirror shattered into innumerable pieces.
Ava was breathing hard. The spook was over.
As if in a trance, she took a few steps back and bumped into an object. Her legs trembled so badly that she simply let herself slide down the object and, as if paralyzed, fixed the mirror, which was broken into pieces.Ava had no idea how long she had been staring at that mirror when there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Ava?” Are you okay? ", the white-haired woman heard the worried words of Darcy, as if from a great distance.
The ceiling was chalk white and looked monotonous. Uninteresting, yet Ava studied them non-stop.
The pale moonlight peeking through the curtains only lit a narrow strip that ran through half of her room. Even though the heat was on and Ava had a warm blanket, she was freezing. What was that in the bathroom? It wasn't, couldn't be Aoife's spirit. Because her soul was born again. What or who was it? She didn't know anyone who could create illusions.
"Come on, Ava!"
"W-what? Where ... am I here?", The white-haired woman turned her head back and forth, trying to recognize her surroundings.
"Ava, will it be soon? We still have to pick up Aoife!", the impatient voice rang out again.
Now she recognized her surroundings. Your property a little away from the morning dew.
[i]"Yes ~ ha! I'm already there, Liam! Just don't rush.", said her black-haired self and hurried over.
It dawned on Ava how happy she had looked then. No, she was happy. "I remember ... It was just before my admissions ceremony," she said to herself. "But how does it work? Looking back three thousand years? So clear?"
[i]The black-haired Ava hurried up to Liam and smiled at him. "At last! But we'll be too late!", Liam said and looked at her playfully with resignation. "Oh nonsense! Nothing works today without me!", Ava replied, "and besides, we will be on time ... somehow."
The white-haired woman came closer. Watched myself with Liam so long ago. When everything was fine. It's a miracle that you couldn't see it at the tip of my nose ... ", Ava whispered to herself when she saw how she hooked up with Liam, beaming, and teleported away.
The house was abandoned.
"Do you see how nice it was?" Ava heard a female voice. The white-haired woman turned around with a jerk and recognized Lady Solas. "Lady Solas ...", Ava bowed, "... what is this here? And how do you get here?", She wanted to know confused and looked at the said questioning.
"It's a memory on your part. Your spirit, your soul desperately tries to feel this happiness again, even if only here, in this place.", Lady Solas said and moved gracefully towards Ava. Her blonde hair seemed to shine by itself and her angelic face with the mint green eyes did not show much emotion. As always. when you met Lady Solas.
"But why are you here then?" Ava repeated her question stubbornly, but Lady Solas only hinted at a smile and dissolved into thousands and thousands of sparks of light.
The scene changed. It rained. She saw two figures sitting in the rain.The white-haired woman moved towards the two people as if controlled by others. Soon she recognized them. It was Liam and herself.
"No! I don't want to see that! Away!", But her flat protest was ineffective. She could not close her eyes and ears to what was coming. The scene played out in front of her again:
[i]"You ... killed her !?" he shouted. Her gaze fixed on Liam.
"Liam ..." "Don't call me that! You killed her ?!", he yelled at her. "... I'm sorry." Ava kept whispering. The blonde had jumped up abruptly and turned and walked away. Left her behind. Disappeared.
Her upper body fell forward into the soggy, muddy earth. Before she lost consciousness, she looked at Aoife`s amulet again and breathed: "I'm sorry ... Liam, I'm so sorry!" Then her eyes closed. A small, red lake formed below her, which gradually mixed with the muddy dirt ...
She felt something cold and smooth on her neck. She blinked open her eyes. "What ... what by Sola's grace was that?" She croaked, drenched in sweat. "I don't know. But your doom is near. I am your doom.", Was whispered in her ear. And the cold voice gave her goose bumps. Only now did she also notice that she was notlying in her bedbutwas sitting.
Fear clung to her stomach like an iron fist.
"Who are you?" Ava breathed, frozen.
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[1]~ Irish: Open this gate. The gate of the worlds and lead them to the right place. Realm of the heard, realm of mortals and realm of lost souls. Have mercy.
[2]~ Japanese for idiot & idiot
[3]~ In the British Isles, a cottage is a simple, single-storey house with no basement. They were built mainly from natural stone and thatched with thatch ("thatched cottage"). Since straw had to be replaced annually, thatch was later used, which has recently been replaced by durable granite shingles or corrugated iron. (More on wikipedia.de)
[4]~ Japanese for slut
First of all a huge GOMEN NASAI, because I haven't uploaded anything here for so long! I'm really sorryKunoichi_Hamniaif you should read this at all ...
Because a) I really didn't have much time, the last few weeks and b) I first prescribed the whole thing by hand ...
The longest chapter of Fic so far :)
If you should find errors (except of course such logic errors = D) you can keep them and bake them into a bus cake: D
Hel ~ ♥
Eva
Rosalind bit her lower lip. The tension was in the air, electrifying her. Both were silent now. There was silence for a while, neither woman spoke. Ava because she didn't think it necessary, and Rosalind out of shame for going too far.
"I think I should go on now ..." the white-haired woman began. "Wait, Ava ... Please, stay," the brown-haired woman pleaded urgently. Ava wanted to refuse, but for some inexplicable reason she didn't: “Good.” So for now she had a place to stay.
"Cecilia is still working and Timothy is also still at school. Cilia is picking up Tim today," said Darcy Ava. So she would get to know more people ... "What about this ... E ... what was his name?Edding? What about that? ", the white-haired woman asked casually, as she had recovered a little. A shadow flickered over Rosalind's face before she replied:" Eric ... died eight years ago. In an accident at work. "" Oh ... "was all Ava could think of. The brown-haired woman stood up, shaking her head and took out various groceries." You don't need to be sorry. A steel beam fell on him. Eric died instantly ... But at least I know that he is now living in the realm of lost souls until one day he will be reborn ... Maybe I'll meet him then ... "Rosalind took two pots out of a kitchen cupboard. She was obviously preparing dinner.
"If you have to pee, the bathroom is down the hall, the third door from the left. The guest room, hence yours, is right across the street. Pick some clothes out of my closet. My room is the first from the left.", Informed the brown-haired Ava.
The white-haired woman silently followed the request made by the flower to leave. Ava went into Rosalind's room and didn't pay much attention to the furnishings, but opened the alder-wood cupboard doors. She reached in at random and took out a few items of clothing.
So that was already done.
Sighing softly, she looked in the mirror, stared at the pale face. "You are so stupid, Ava. So stupid.", She said to herself. She was about to avert her gaze when suddenly her face stared at Aoife's half-dead face. Ava stopped short and gave a small gasp. That couldn't be true!
"Ava ... love ... listen." Breathed Aoife's voice. The white-haired woman turned pale.
She was overwhelmed by fear. Panicked, she called out to the portrait in the mirror: "Go away, get out! Get away! Leave me alone! You are not real!" Aoife's loving expression blurred. She now saw an Aoife who couldn't be Aoife and yet it was. Surreal. The word was the only one true.
"Well wait! What do you think?", Aoife's distorted reflection spat in a tinny voice, "It won't be the last time!" "You are not Aoife! Get out of it!", The white-haired woman screamed. "Die, unworthy ones!", Aoife hissed in another tinny voice. Suddenly the "Spiegel-Aoife" reached out to Ava. The hand came out of the mirror! "No." Ava said in a choked tone. The fear tightened her throat. Her body started to shake. But she had to pull herself together.
She reached blindly behind her, got hold of something and smashed a wrench forward. There was a shrill clink as the mirror shattered into innumerable pieces.
Ava was breathing hard. The spook was over.
As if in a trance, she took a few steps back and bumped into an object. Her legs trembled so badly that she simply let herself slide down the object and, as if paralyzed, fixed the mirror, which was broken into pieces.Ava had no idea how long she had been staring at that mirror when there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Ava?” Are you okay? ", the white-haired woman heard the worried words of Darcy, as if from a great distance.
The ceiling was chalk white and looked monotonous. Uninteresting, yet Ava studied them non-stop.
The pale moonlight peeking through the curtains only lit a narrow strip that ran through half of her room. Even though the heat was on and Ava had a warm blanket, she was freezing. What was that in the bathroom? It wasn't, couldn't be Aoife's spirit. Because her soul was born again. What or who was it? She didn't know anyone who could create illusions.
"Come on, Ava!"
"W-what? Where ... am I here?", The white-haired woman turned her head back and forth, trying to recognize her surroundings.
"Ava, will it be soon? We still have to pick up Aoife!", the impatient voice rang out again.
Now she recognized her surroundings. Your property a little away from the morning dew.
[i]"Yes ~ ha! I'm already there, Liam! Just don't rush.", said her black-haired self and hurried over.
It dawned on Ava how happy she had looked then. No, she was happy. "I remember ... It was just before my admissions ceremony," she said to herself. "But how does it work? Looking back three thousand years? So clear?"
[i]The black-haired Ava hurried up to Liam and smiled at him. "At last! But we'll be too late!", Liam said and looked at her playfully with resignation. "Oh nonsense! Nothing works today without me!", Ava replied, "and besides, we will be on time ... somehow."
The white-haired woman came closer. Watched myself with Liam so long ago. When everything was fine. It's a miracle that you couldn't see it at the tip of my nose ... ", Ava whispered to herself when she saw how she hooked up with Liam, beaming, and teleported away.
The house was abandoned.
"Do you see how nice it was?" Ava heard a female voice. The white-haired woman turned around with a jerk and recognized Lady Solas. "Lady Solas ...", Ava bowed, "... what is this here? And how do you get here?", She wanted to know confused and looked at the said questioning.
"It's a memory on your part. Your spirit, your soul desperately tries to feel this happiness again, even if only here, in this place.", Lady Solas said and moved gracefully towards Ava. Her blonde hair seemed to shine by itself and her angelic face with the mint green eyes did not show much emotion. As always. when you met Lady Solas.
"But why are you here then?" Ava repeated her question stubbornly, but Lady Solas only hinted at a smile and dissolved into thousands and thousands of sparks of light.
The scene changed. It rained. She saw two figures sitting in the rain.The white-haired woman moved towards the two people as if controlled by others. Soon she recognized them. It was Liam and herself.
"No! I don't want to see that! Away!", But her flat protest was ineffective. She could not close her eyes and ears to what was coming. The scene played out in front of her again:
[i]"You ... killed her !?" he shouted. Her gaze fixed on Liam.
"Liam ..." "Don't call me that! You killed her ?!", he yelled at her. "... I'm sorry." Ava kept whispering. The blonde had jumped up abruptly and turned and walked away. Left her behind. Disappeared.
Her upper body fell forward into the soggy, muddy earth. Before she lost consciousness, she looked at Aoife`s amulet again and breathed: "I'm sorry ... Liam, I'm so sorry!" Then her eyes closed. A small, red lake formed below her, which gradually mixed with the muddy dirt ...
She felt something cold and smooth on her neck. She blinked open her eyes. "What ... what by Sola's grace was that?" She croaked, drenched in sweat. "I don't know. But your doom is near. I am your doom.", Was whispered in her ear. And the cold voice gave her goose bumps. Only now did she also notice that she was notlying in her bedbutwas sitting.
Fear clung to her stomach like an iron fist.
"Who are you?" Ava breathed, frozen.
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[1]~ Irish: Open this gate. The gate of the worlds and lead them to the right place. Realm of the heard, realm of mortals and realm of lost souls. Have mercy.
[2]~ Japanese for idiot & idiot
[3]~ In the British Isles, a cottage is a simple, single-storey house with no basement. They were built mainly from natural stone and thatched with thatch ("thatched cottage"). Since straw had to be replaced annually, thatch was later used, which has recently been replaced by durable granite shingles or corrugated iron. (More on wikipedia.de)
[4]~ Japanese for slut
First of all a huge GOMEN NASAI, because I haven't uploaded anything here for so long! I'm really sorryKunoichi_Hamniaif you should read this at all ...
Because a) I really didn't have much time, the last few weeks and b) I first prescribed the whole thing by hand ...
The longest chapter of Fic so far :)
If you should find errors (except of course such logic errors = D) you can keep them and bake them into a bus cake: D
Hel ~ ♥
Eva