Fabrice Georges Coombs (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ofcatsandfate) wrote2014-07-01 06:20 am
ofcatsandfate) wrote2014-07-01 06:20 am
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Your sacred stars won't be guiding you. {Open}
Fabrice is daydreaming, leaning against his study window, absentmindedly stroking Clotho as thoughts drift through his mind, each one inevitably drifting back to Demetri, and even Daniel, and how utterly perceptive he had proven to be in seeing right through him. The sun is just beginning to set, fading light giving way to the whims of the stars. He bears a half smile on his face as he continues to stare out at a world he just barely acknowledges. He feels almost at peace with his life, for a change.
This is, of course, when the pain strikes him, abrupt and powerful enough as though a fist landed square on his chest, sending him stumbling against the wall and the cat to leap from his grasp with a wounded meow.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his scars blazing as though the increasing evening had set them on fire. His breaths come in ragged waves as he tries to keep himself upright; images, like those of his previous visions, flicker through his mind like lightning, fleeting, but leaving enough of an impression that Fabrice begins to piece together the meaning behind them.
A woman, elegant and with the eyes of a bird of prey, flashes of silver on her wrists as she pins him to the ground. She mutters words, ugly, brutal words that keep him from struggling. He sees his father pulled underneath the sea by a ferocious wave; later, his uncle faces the same fate. But he knew that already, he thinks; he lost two people to the ocean in tragic accidents. A feeling of dread settles over him as he comes to realize (again) that the woman is the connection between them. And yet, he still cannot make out her face.
He stumbles around in a trance, and before he realizes it, he walks out of his door as though pulled along by a string. Images continue to cloud his thoughts as he stumbles into Siren Cove, his clothes torn as he meanders through patches of bramble. He barely avoids getting hit by a car, angry owner blaring at him with his horn and curse words that fall on ears not listening. Again, he sees those wrists encircled by silver, glowing purple as they hold him down and dig deep into his chest.
He only stops when he reaches a side street, Maple Road, he thinks, possibly. It’s only a few streets away from his aunt Violet’s house, and as he blinks himself into a state of greater awareness, he wonders what this road has to do with anything.
And then, the penny drops. He sees the woman’s face, the coldness in her eyes and the familiarity of her make-up and hair. She once held him on her knee, back when he thought she was still capable of love. Aunt Violet, the head of the Coombs family, had murdered her brother and her husband; she’d tried to kill him, too.
It’s too much to bear, and Fabrice begins to shake, still in pain as his scars appear to throb from the memory of the attacks. He thinks he might have taken his phone out to text someone, a simple message of 'help,' but he can't be sure. His entire body trembles as he attempts to steady his breathing, as tears burn at the edge of his vision and his hands clench into fists. He feels as though he’s actually been stabbed, the way the doctors had said. The lie that, he finds, is far preferable than the actual truth.
OOC: More information about what's going on with Fabrice can be found in this post. This will be one of those wibbly wobbly RP things where multiple people can find Fabrice on the side of the road. This post is open forever, just wanted to get it up while I have Internet. Any other questions, let me know!
This is, of course, when the pain strikes him, abrupt and powerful enough as though a fist landed square on his chest, sending him stumbling against the wall and the cat to leap from his grasp with a wounded meow.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his scars blazing as though the increasing evening had set them on fire. His breaths come in ragged waves as he tries to keep himself upright; images, like those of his previous visions, flicker through his mind like lightning, fleeting, but leaving enough of an impression that Fabrice begins to piece together the meaning behind them.
A woman, elegant and with the eyes of a bird of prey, flashes of silver on her wrists as she pins him to the ground. She mutters words, ugly, brutal words that keep him from struggling. He sees his father pulled underneath the sea by a ferocious wave; later, his uncle faces the same fate. But he knew that already, he thinks; he lost two people to the ocean in tragic accidents. A feeling of dread settles over him as he comes to realize (again) that the woman is the connection between them. And yet, he still cannot make out her face.
He stumbles around in a trance, and before he realizes it, he walks out of his door as though pulled along by a string. Images continue to cloud his thoughts as he stumbles into Siren Cove, his clothes torn as he meanders through patches of bramble. He barely avoids getting hit by a car, angry owner blaring at him with his horn and curse words that fall on ears not listening. Again, he sees those wrists encircled by silver, glowing purple as they hold him down and dig deep into his chest.
He only stops when he reaches a side street, Maple Road, he thinks, possibly. It’s only a few streets away from his aunt Violet’s house, and as he blinks himself into a state of greater awareness, he wonders what this road has to do with anything.
And then, the penny drops. He sees the woman’s face, the coldness in her eyes and the familiarity of her make-up and hair. She once held him on her knee, back when he thought she was still capable of love. Aunt Violet, the head of the Coombs family, had murdered her brother and her husband; she’d tried to kill him, too.
It’s too much to bear, and Fabrice begins to shake, still in pain as his scars appear to throb from the memory of the attacks. He thinks he might have taken his phone out to text someone, a simple message of 'help,' but he can't be sure. His entire body trembles as he attempts to steady his breathing, as tears burn at the edge of his vision and his hands clench into fists. He feels as though he’s actually been stabbed, the way the doctors had said. The lie that, he finds, is far preferable than the actual truth.
OOC: More information about what's going on with Fabrice can be found in this post. This will be one of those wibbly wobbly RP things where multiple people can find Fabrice on the side of the road. This post is open forever, just wanted to get it up while I have Internet. Any other questions, let me know!