Post by xiulan zhou on Nov 19, 2020 21:14:07 GMT -7
TW/CW: Description of seizure
September 2025
Her only client for the day wouldn’t be arriving until later in the morning, but Xiulan made it a point to look presentable regardless of how much company she had over to her flat. It meant getting dressed and putting on her makeup as though she were going out for a special occasion, even if there weren’t many of those for her in actuality. It didn’t matter; she stayed primped—hair done, makeup on, jewelry worn—and was seated in front of the mirror at her vanity. She had only just put the cap back onto her lipstick and had set it aside when she could feel herself becoming faint.
The color drained from her face gradually, her complexion languid and pale as her eyes lolled back into her head. She toppled backwards off of the vanity stool upon which she had been seated, though the stool itself came crashing down with her. Hitting her head against the carpeted floor, Xiulan remained completely oblivious to her surroundings, her body rigid and her breathing shallow. From that point, her body—previously stiff—began to tremble and then shake violently. If anyone had been around to hear it, they might have said that it seemed as though another voice had taken over her body. She spoke, though she didn’t sound like herself at all.
It didn’t matter anyway; no one had been around to hear the prophecy, and it was another few minutes before Xiulan awoke from her trance. She hated the thought of being supervised constantly to ensure that anything that she predicted would be recorded; it was bad enough that she was so isolated from the world. It was probably for the better; Xiulan didn’t want to entertain the idea that her Inner Eye should be subjected to so much scrutiny. Although talented at Divination, there were some things over which even she had no control. When and where she had her “fits” was one of those things.
Xiulan remained dazed as she regained awareness of where she was. She saw how her stool had fallen on the floor, and she knew that she must have fallen backwards from it from her position on the ground. That made sense, she thought, groaning in pain from how badly her head throbbed. It wouldn't have hurt if she hadn't hit it against the floor. There was little that Xiulan could do about that, though she rolled herself onto her side for her own comfort. Exhausted, she didn’t think that she could get up. She wanted to shut her eyes and fall asleep, but her body continued to ache the longer that she remained still. It would have been mortifying, she thought, to go through that constantly with someone else there. Aloysius, her late husband, had been the exception rather than the rule, and anything was better than feeling as though she had been left to die by her teachers at school.
She breathed in and out, eventually managing enough strength to crawl her way to the end of her bed, which she used to steady herself as she got back to her feet. Her legs shook beneath her, and she felt as though she might fall, but she managed to take the few steps necessary to seat herself on her bed. Weakly, she scooted herself backwards until she couldn't hold herself up and then collapsed back onto the bed horizontally with a sigh.
The color drained from her face gradually, her complexion languid and pale as her eyes lolled back into her head. She toppled backwards off of the vanity stool upon which she had been seated, though the stool itself came crashing down with her. Hitting her head against the carpeted floor, Xiulan remained completely oblivious to her surroundings, her body rigid and her breathing shallow. From that point, her body—previously stiff—began to tremble and then shake violently. If anyone had been around to hear it, they might have said that it seemed as though another voice had taken over her body. She spoke, though she didn’t sound like herself at all.
It didn’t matter anyway; no one had been around to hear the prophecy, and it was another few minutes before Xiulan awoke from her trance. She hated the thought of being supervised constantly to ensure that anything that she predicted would be recorded; it was bad enough that she was so isolated from the world. It was probably for the better; Xiulan didn’t want to entertain the idea that her Inner Eye should be subjected to so much scrutiny. Although talented at Divination, there were some things over which even she had no control. When and where she had her “fits” was one of those things.
Xiulan remained dazed as she regained awareness of where she was. She saw how her stool had fallen on the floor, and she knew that she must have fallen backwards from it from her position on the ground. That made sense, she thought, groaning in pain from how badly her head throbbed. It wouldn't have hurt if she hadn't hit it against the floor. There was little that Xiulan could do about that, though she rolled herself onto her side for her own comfort. Exhausted, she didn’t think that she could get up. She wanted to shut her eyes and fall asleep, but her body continued to ache the longer that she remained still. It would have been mortifying, she thought, to go through that constantly with someone else there. Aloysius, her late husband, had been the exception rather than the rule, and anything was better than feeling as though she had been left to die by her teachers at school.
She breathed in and out, eventually managing enough strength to crawl her way to the end of her bed, which she used to steady herself as she got back to her feet. Her legs shook beneath her, and she felt as though she might fall, but she managed to take the few steps necessary to seat herself on her bed. Weakly, she scooted herself backwards until she couldn't hold herself up and then collapsed back onto the bed horizontally with a sigh.
