Rogue's surprised by how hungry she is, and how quickly she scarfs down the dinner she's given without questioning how smart that really is. But everything about this is strange and she's not certain that she's not dreaming.
Nothing's stranger, though, than what the tall woman gets up and says.
There's a lot to unpack there, a lot she could focus on. Stuff about the Fae and her being there for her talent and skill (whatever that means, and later, she'll be concerned that it means she's going to be used for her powers, which has never sat well with her). But, for now, she's focused on a few key things:
There is no saying how much time has passed back where you're from
Your loved ones are likely dead
Your problems have likely played out
It makes her blood run cold and whatever ease she'd felt when she'd been eating is gone. She's quick to turn to the closest person to her, never mind that they may or may not have any idea of what's going on either.
"What is this?"
🦋 Chance at a Dance
She's not convinced but there also doesn't seem to be a way out, at least not for now. So she lingers on the edges of the crowd, looking supremely uncomfortable. More so when she realizes that she recognizes most of the music being played.
There's something surreal about that, like the familiar notes don't quite belong in a place like this. And it doesn't do anything to soothe her already jangled nerves, even when she sees that other people are getting up to dance together.
The one playing now is one she's heard probably a thousand times and she glances over to another person who also isn't dancing. "Do you... are all these songs familiar to you too?"
🦋 Flower Power
She's given a corsage with an array of different flowers: a orchid surrounded by smaller rose, carnation, chrysanthemum, and dahlia blooms. And it's lovely.
Rogue's fiddling with it, the weight of it on her wrist keeping her attention when her memories shift:
A familiar hallway, lights dim but illuminating the metal panels of the floor and walls.
She feels weak, unsteady on her feet, enough so that whoever's holding her back can keep her from breaking free.
And she sees Bobby, surrounded by ice on three sides, blocking whatever's trying to break through, before a stream of flame breaks through the ice and engulfs him.
It's horrifying, and she can feel the terror in her own body, leaving her shaking in place.
🦋 GEIS un: rogue
Been knitting people scarfs and hats for as long as I can remember.
I think they liked the cookies those things usually came with more. And, looking back, I can't really blame them. Especially the first few tries. They were technically scarfs and hats but nothing to write home about looks wise.
🦋 Wildcard
[ ooc: happy to answer wildcard tags too! For the music prompt, I'm okay with all music types. And for the flower prompt, I used the carnation prompt but put all the flowers in her corsage so am game to use any of the flower prompts. ]
Rogue | XMCU
Rogue's surprised by how hungry she is, and how quickly she scarfs down the dinner she's given without questioning how smart that really is. But everything about this is strange and she's not certain that she's not dreaming.
Nothing's stranger, though, than what the tall woman gets up and says.
There's a lot to unpack there, a lot she could focus on. Stuff about the Fae and her being there for her talent and skill (whatever that means, and later, she'll be concerned that it means she's going to be used for her powers, which has never sat well with her). But, for now, she's focused on a few key things:
There is no saying how much time has passed back where you're from
Your loved ones are likely dead
Your problems have likely played out
It makes her blood run cold and whatever ease she'd felt when she'd been eating is gone. She's quick to turn to the closest person to her, never mind that they may or may not have any idea of what's going on either.
"What is this?"
🦋 Chance at a Dance
She's not convinced but there also doesn't seem to be a way out, at least not for now. So she lingers on the edges of the crowd, looking supremely uncomfortable. More so when she realizes that she recognizes most of the music being played.
There's something surreal about that, like the familiar notes don't quite belong in a place like this. And it doesn't do anything to soothe her already jangled nerves, even when she sees that other people are getting up to dance together.
The one playing now is one she's heard probably a thousand times and she glances over to another person who also isn't dancing. "Do you... are all these songs familiar to you too?"
🦋 Flower Power
She's given a corsage with an array of different flowers: a orchid surrounded by smaller rose, carnation, chrysanthemum, and dahlia blooms. And it's lovely.
Rogue's fiddling with it, the weight of it on her wrist keeping her attention when her memories shift:
A familiar hallway, lights dim but illuminating the metal panels of the floor and walls.
She feels weak, unsteady on her feet, enough so that whoever's holding her back can keep her from breaking free.
And she sees Bobby, surrounded by ice on three sides, blocking whatever's trying to break through, before a stream of flame breaks through the ice and engulfs him.
It's horrifying, and she can feel the terror in her own body, leaving her shaking in place.
🦋 GEIS
un: rogue
Been knitting people scarfs and hats for as long as I can remember.
I think they liked the cookies those things usually came with more. And, looking back, I can't really blame them. Especially the first few tries. They were technically scarfs and hats but nothing to write home about looks wise.
🦋 Wildcard
[ ooc: happy to answer wildcard tags too! For the music prompt, I'm okay with all music types. And for the flower prompt, I used the carnation prompt but put all the flowers in her corsage so am game to use any of the flower prompts. ]