Monsters, Eve thinks as she crosses the threshold, had better watch out for her.
There are no monsters, as it turns out, and there is no gorgeous decanter, either. The room changes in a blink from what she'd expected to something altogether different - still small, and still featuring a little table, now distinctly worse for wear and devoid of any offering.
There are also many windows, and not one courteous curtain to be seen. Sunlight fills the entire space, and Eve hisses as her skin begins to smoke, then blister.
Adam's hand feels wrong in hers, less substantial than it ought to be, but not so much that she can't feel his grip tighten and give a slight tug. She whirls back toward the doorway, finds it incongruously, impossibly blocked - how can it still be shut despite their joined hands? - and claws at the doorknob with her free hand. The entire mechanism breaks free of the rotted wood; she hurls it aside and wrenches open the door. She can't see Adam, but at this point she can't see anything. Without further delay, she throws herself back over the threshold.
The subsequent collision with Adam's chest is painful, and her sunglasses are knocked askew, but now that she's back in the cool, curtained darkness, she can already feel her body repairing itself.
"That," she says when she's once again capable of speech, "was unpleasant."
no subject
There are no monsters, as it turns out, and there is no gorgeous decanter, either. The room changes in a blink from what she'd expected to something altogether different - still small, and still featuring a little table, now distinctly worse for wear and devoid of any offering.
There are also many windows, and not one courteous curtain to be seen. Sunlight fills the entire space, and Eve hisses as her skin begins to smoke, then blister.
Adam's hand feels wrong in hers, less substantial than it ought to be, but not so much that she can't feel his grip tighten and give a slight tug. She whirls back toward the doorway, finds it incongruously, impossibly blocked - how can it still be shut despite their joined hands? - and claws at the doorknob with her free hand. The entire mechanism breaks free of the rotted wood; she hurls it aside and wrenches open the door. She can't see Adam, but at this point she can't see anything. Without further delay, she throws herself back over the threshold.
The subsequent collision with Adam's chest is painful, and her sunglasses are knocked askew, but now that she's back in the cool, curtained darkness, she can already feel her body repairing itself.
"That," she says when she's once again capable of speech, "was unpleasant."