“Justa dream…” Verona echoes, running her clawed digits over broken structures, moving through the stony archways of a temple just barely clinging to its might. It is overtaken and overshadowed in ruin. She walks like a ghost may walk through the halls of their haunt; a mereapparition of the seraphim Sora had been speaking to for some time now.
This place – the so-named end of the World – spoke in a smotheringly vivid and poisonous language, its whispers writ down in scripts slathered across stained cobbles and built upon the foundation of corpses who had no other way to speak. They spoke in a fierce cold, a perpetuating aura of strangulating suffrage and foulness which wrapped ‘round them and pulled them every which way in screams and shouts that no one else hears —
MADNESS some call it.
Katabasis for others. The hero’s journey through the Underworld —
And this, the pinnacle of all Hell on earth, and Diabol in his seat as depicted by the terrorizing ebony marble form carved before them in a desecrated monument built to h i s satisfaction…
She pauses at his toes – not even such – and simply stares.
“Mayhap,” She turns her head to Sora but not her gaze, half-gilded irises trained on the too-intelligent statue’s eyes looking d o w n on them in scorn and covet. “That was all it ever was.” She gives a breathy laugh. “Fantasia… The memories of you and I…” At last she looks to him. “Naught but a d r e a m. And we have no time for dreams.”
Am I the only one who was nearly crying with laughter as Josephine was talking to Gabriel? Like I know it was supposed to be a heart felt moment but did you see how uncomfortable Bellamy was? Sighing, rolling his eyes, “Alright, that’s enough. Do it.” This was meant to be a scene between Jo/Gabriel, the close up on Bellamy’s face was beyond unnecessary. Yet here we are.