Lana Lang (
manorsuperman) wrote2009-10-06 09:58 pm
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musesandlyrics :: So Real - Jeff Buckley
And I couldn't awake from the nightmare
That sucked me in
And pulled me under
Pulled me under
For almost two weeks now, Lana had been in Montana, dealing with the aftermath of Sam's goodbye via the ranch not far from her hotel. If she had been in the right mind to consider it, she would be amazed at her maturity. At the beginning of this year, she would have drown her sorrows in wine. She'd had a glass or two since, but nothing so excessive as she would have previously. Even if the lack of sleep caused her to fall a few times before managing to actually mount the horse she'd chosen to ride, it was a far cry from self-destruction, and a sign that finally, after all this time, she was showing signs of growth.
When she got back to her room, she headed straight for the bed and let herself fall face down. Her chest tightened, her heart thoroughly aware of how empty it was. Had her body not been so tired, she would have cried again, but instead she slipped into what she hoped would be a peaceful sleep.
But it never was, was it?
Lana saw a blur of pitchforks and fire, heard the anger of the crowd, images of a dark past flashing for half a minute before the flames roared violently before her. When they settled, she found herself in the Talon apartment, staring at the fireplace. She looked around before a sound behind her drew her attention. The face she met was a reflection of her own, while at the same time not at all herself.
"Lana, my dear. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Lana stiffened in the realization of who stood before her. "Isobel."
"Always the smart girl, weren't you?"
"You--this is a dream. You can't be here."
"Don't be ridiculous," Isobel said with a laugh. "I'm always here with you, Lana." The witch stepped closer to her descendant. "Can't you feel me? That 'darkness' you try so hard to push down? You and I are tied together."
"No." Lana shook her head. "No, we're not."
A smirk. "We'll see, won't we?"
[ooc: Open for RP with
likely_evil, if the idiot wants to call her.]
That sucked me in
And pulled me under
Pulled me under
For almost two weeks now, Lana had been in Montana, dealing with the aftermath of Sam's goodbye via the ranch not far from her hotel. If she had been in the right mind to consider it, she would be amazed at her maturity. At the beginning of this year, she would have drown her sorrows in wine. She'd had a glass or two since, but nothing so excessive as she would have previously. Even if the lack of sleep caused her to fall a few times before managing to actually mount the horse she'd chosen to ride, it was a far cry from self-destruction, and a sign that finally, after all this time, she was showing signs of growth.
When she got back to her room, she headed straight for the bed and let herself fall face down. Her chest tightened, her heart thoroughly aware of how empty it was. Had her body not been so tired, she would have cried again, but instead she slipped into what she hoped would be a peaceful sleep.
But it never was, was it?
Lana saw a blur of pitchforks and fire, heard the anger of the crowd, images of a dark past flashing for half a minute before the flames roared violently before her. When they settled, she found herself in the Talon apartment, staring at the fireplace. She looked around before a sound behind her drew her attention. The face she met was a reflection of her own, while at the same time not at all herself.
"Lana, my dear. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Lana stiffened in the realization of who stood before her. "Isobel."
"Always the smart girl, weren't you?"
"You--this is a dream. You can't be here."
"Don't be ridiculous," Isobel said with a laugh. "I'm always here with you, Lana." The witch stepped closer to her descendant. "Can't you feel me? That 'darkness' you try so hard to push down? You and I are tied together."
"No." Lana shook her head. "No, we're not."
A smirk. "We'll see, won't we?"
[ooc: Open for RP with
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She took a few more steps to the car so she could lean against something, then rubbed at her face again.
"I'm not sure if that's going to be an option. We seem to be having similar issues."
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"Have you been feeling like yourself still? Blank spots in your memory?"
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"Yeah, I'm fine. You kinda woke me from it, actually."
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"Lana... when we defeat Lucifer... the first thing I'm going to do is come find you and beg forgiveness and hope you still love me."
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"I'll always love you, Sam." Her voice started to crack. "You're my soulmate, remember?"
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If he gave her something to work towards, maybe she would let him stay away until it was done. And maybe afterwards...
No, he could give her hope, but he had to remember that he had a lot to do before that was ever going to happen.
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"I've been praying for you. Everyday." Not quite everyday, but very close to it. Close enough.
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"I've suffered a lot in my life, and I always wondered why God would let me go through all of it. I think I understand now." She took a shaky breath before speaking again. "And don't you dare add that to your list of things to be guilty about. Life is painful no matter what, and I'd rather that pain have a purpose than be meaningless. The people in your life are there for a reason. Don't let anyone, especially Lucifer, push those people out of your life."
Lana finally began to wipe away her tears with her free hand. "If you need to stay away physically, I understand that, I accept that. But if you need me, call. Please call."
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He could hear the breakdown and he hated himself for knowing he was causing it.
"Even if I don't need you. If you need me. Or just feel that we could use each other. I'll call."
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She didn't know what else to say, so she just tried to calm herself.
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"I love you."
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"I love you, too."
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