Probably she's climbed into a nest of wasps. It would be just her fucking luck.
GwenaΓ«lle doesn't immediately move, sprawled with a decided lack of dignity on the bottom of the stairs and her heart hammering in her chest, listening to the clatter and crash above her and thinking about what it might mean. She considers her predicament, and how stupid it is, and how stupid she is, and that the world won't end if she swallows her stupid pride and just makes a dash for the doors
a thing she is contemplating when lamplight fills the space, yellow and thin, dissipating into grey that doesn't completely hide the scampering beast. Who is, if she's to judge by this display, definitely alone in this castle. Probably she's right about him being bored. Do mad monsters haunting abandoned castles get lonely?
Doesn't everything? Nothing isn't haunted.
When she tries the stairs again, it's more carefully; she clings to the banister, barely setting her weight on the stairs themselves where she can help doing so, testing each stair before she trusts it. It takes her what feels like an absolute age to do, and she aches where she fell, and she hasn't totally dismissed the idea that the decision she's just made could be head injury based. But at leastβ
at least it's a decision. She can say, even if it leads her into trouble, that she made that choice.
βThis is going to be such a stupid way to die,β she says, mostly to herself, though without any particular care to say it quietly.
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GwenaΓ«lle doesn't immediately move, sprawled with a decided lack of dignity on the bottom of the stairs and her heart hammering in her chest, listening to the clatter and crash above her and thinking about what it might mean. She considers her predicament, and how stupid it is, and how stupid she is, and that the world won't end if she swallows her stupid pride and just makes a dash for the doors
a thing she is contemplating when lamplight fills the space, yellow and thin, dissipating into grey that doesn't completely hide the scampering beast. Who is, if she's to judge by this display, definitely alone in this castle. Probably she's right about him being bored. Do mad monsters haunting abandoned castles get lonely?
Doesn't everything? Nothing isn't haunted.
When she tries the stairs again, it's more carefully; she clings to the banister, barely setting her weight on the stairs themselves where she can help doing so, testing each stair before she trusts it. It takes her what feels like an absolute age to do, and she aches where she fell, and she hasn't totally dismissed the idea that the decision she's just made could be head injury based. But at leastβ
at least it's a decision. She can say, even if it leads her into trouble, that she made that choice.
βThis is going to be such a stupid way to die,β she says, mostly to herself, though without any particular care to say it quietly.