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Leave it to Fandom to hand Astrid a welcome back like that. She'd spent most of her time since Tuesday just trying to sleep it off, too tired to even care about the oleanders on the wall watching over her, mostly just hoping that the next time she woke up, she'd be back in California, back in 1993...no, it would be 1994, now...back in her small room in a Hollywood bungalow, or even in the low bottom bunk of a rickety bunkbed in the Mac, watching the shadows of pine trees dance across the wall.
No such luck. Still Fandom, still oleanders, nothing but that stark heavy reality of her current situation.
But she'd gotten that morning, she'd gone to class, she swung by the store to pick up a few things, and she was ready to do something, especially about those oleanders on the wall. It meant a lot to her, that Sabine had actually left them there, but they had to go. She didn't want to think about them, or what they represented, or how, potent as their poison was, Ingrid didn't even need them to cast her deadly spells anymore. They had to go.
So she'd cracked open the windows and the door, pulled back her bed, threw down the tarps, and opened up the large bucket of black paint. And armed with a small paintbrush, she got to work, painting over the oleanders one by one, a single petal at a time, filling them in until they were nothing but formless, shadowless, bold black asteriks across the wall. One by one, one at a time, slowly erasing all the loving shadow and color she'd painted into them before she left. And then? Once they were all filled in? She'd go back and start painting in the spaces in between, until the entire wall was nothing but a blank, empty, fathomless black space, waiting until she figured out what should be there instead, or maybe if it should just remain that way for now.
[[ some work-related SP likely, but door and post are open! I just miss her so much XD ]]
No such luck. Still Fandom, still oleanders, nothing but that stark heavy reality of her current situation.
But she'd gotten that morning, she'd gone to class, she swung by the store to pick up a few things, and she was ready to do something, especially about those oleanders on the wall. It meant a lot to her, that Sabine had actually left them there, but they had to go. She didn't want to think about them, or what they represented, or how, potent as their poison was, Ingrid didn't even need them to cast her deadly spells anymore. They had to go.
So she'd cracked open the windows and the door, pulled back her bed, threw down the tarps, and opened up the large bucket of black paint. And armed with a small paintbrush, she got to work, painting over the oleanders one by one, a single petal at a time, filling them in until they were nothing but formless, shadowless, bold black asteriks across the wall. One by one, one at a time, slowly erasing all the loving shadow and color she'd painted into them before she left. And then? Once they were all filled in? She'd go back and start painting in the spaces in between, until the entire wall was nothing but a blank, empty, fathomless black space, waiting until she figured out what should be there instead, or maybe if it should just remain that way for now.
[[ some work-related SP likely, but door and post are open! I just miss her so much XD ]]
