"I don't smoke," he said automatically. He pulled off his own mask to rub his forehead, the papier mache crumpling as he did so. The rest of Ishtar's words took longer to process. His eyes were clouded.
"What are you talking about? I haven't gone anywhere, this is my flat..." His voice trailed off when he saw the way the surroundings were shifting, draped in shadowy curtains, and yes, he had been at the masquerade just a moment ago. How had he forgotten? "This doesn't make any sense," Baraq muttered, half to himself. "No. I'm seeing things. You, this, everything's just a--"
He would have gone on, but a new wave of nausea brought him painfully to his knees, and he clamped his hands over his mouth. "Shit."
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Date: Wednesday, 30 December 2009 06:40 (UTC)"What are you talking about? I haven't gone anywhere, this is my flat..." His voice trailed off when he saw the way the surroundings were shifting, draped in shadowy curtains, and yes, he had been at the masquerade just a moment ago. How had he forgotten? "This doesn't make any sense," Baraq muttered, half to himself. "No. I'm seeing things. You, this, everything's just a--"
He would have gone on, but a new wave of nausea brought him painfully to his knees, and he clamped his hands over his mouth. "Shit."