There are better ways to wake up than this, sprawled unceremoniously on the sofa with the stale tang of blood on a dry tongue. For a while all she can do is blink against the light, disoriented and hazy from the drugs and the incongruous memory of being cursed.
She manages, shakily, to shove herself upright, stomach lurching from the motion and the memory of what she'd been trying to do when Chase managed to sedate her. Clever thinking; there are, after all, worse ways to wake up after a curse.
Hands over her face, all she can manage is a low, disgusted sound. Whether it's a reaction to her current state or her previous one is anyone's guess.
[come in to my parlor] | some time later
She manages, shakily, to shove herself upright, stomach lurching from the motion and the memory of what she'd been trying to do when Chase managed to sedate her. Clever thinking; there are, after all, worse ways to wake up after a curse.
Hands over her face, all she can manage is a low, disgusted sound. Whether it's a reaction to her current state or her previous one is anyone's guess.