With No Explanation Needed

-- And there's a sudden flash of light that overwhelms her thin figure. Her white, droll robes bathed in white light. Figures illuminated, crowding the hallway. She could fear their footsteps, the exhale from their nostrils crawling down on her back and the stares - oh - Spirit - she could just feel their eyes like frosted metal poking her flesh and her hair stands on her skin and threatens to pulverize her misplaced beating heart. It's cold, it's the first reaction she gets. It's too noisy, is the second. The third is one she wished she never felt. Her numbed, freezing hands turn as she feels liquid slither down from her palms like snakes wrapping around their dinner before dropping to the ground, beheaded. Just like that. Maybe it was dust, or something else, she couldn't remember, no - her mind was focused purely upon her present prosecutors. Her movements are stiff- sluggish, like every inch of sleep had been robbed from her in seconds and she could only make out a few degrees. Her expression doesn't shift, she's frozen, and her feet have turned to stone and completely unfeeling. Her nervous system shuts down and she could only stare into the gorgon's eyes from her position, adjacent to a strapping table with a foul smell.

She knows that tone, it's soft. Its warm. It always praised her for her eccentrics. But the eyes she saw are filled with scorn, and it pierces her heart with an arrow of disappointment and she stops her breath for a second. She hears her voice and it strains her memories, it's so cold - this room chilled her to the very bone. So unfeeling, so blind, so oblivious and ridiculous and--

" Get out. "

( some shit i wrote up while i wait for the family tree to be made )​