for my own doomed soul, doomed as the source

[banshe]

Who: Lydia Martin & Caroline Forbes
Where: Caroline's house
When: the the late hours of the 26th
What: Lydia sleepwalks her way to Caroline's house and leaves a distressing message.
Warnings: Screaming banshees.

[ She can no longer tell when she sleeps. Sometimes it comes and goes, but she finds herself constantly getting lost in what could either be dreams or reality. These nights, when she closes her eyes, she sees herself in the woods, leaves wet beneath her boots, drips of wet wet wet falling from the branches overhead onto the top of her damp hair. She hears the harshness of whispers, urgent in their calling. She tries to call out to them but her voice doesn't ring out, so instead she walks through the woods, searching and searching.

She feels herself drawn to the trees, as if they could possibly hold some clue as to what it all means. The whispers continue, too soft to make out the words, too loud for her ears to bear. But she continues to listen, her hand held out, fingers reaching out to touch the bark in front of her.

In her mind, her fingertips caress the rough edges of a tree. But instead, they form a fist and knock harshly on the outside of a door. ]