Thinking About Honey

summary: Oasis O’Flann doesn’t usually act of her own accord in trials. What does she think about in the meantime? Her cat, of course.

word count: 300

a/n: I don’t write for Oasis that often, but I figured I should expand on her lore, since she did mention she owns a cat before ;) enjoy! #WritersCircle

Oasis sighs as she feels the smoky essence of the Entity enveloping her once again. She used to hold her breath, worried that she was leaving the world forever as her body dissipated in front of her eyes, but now, she’s grown to expect the sensation. There’s still a twinge of fear at the back of her mind, but she’s learned to push it away.

When the fog clears and she regains feeling throughout her body, Oasis looks around. She’s at the Garden of Joy, a beautiful house that she nicknamed for the fireflies flitting about, because she knew her cat would’ve loved chasing them for hours on end.

As her body wanders through the supernatural plane crafted specifically for torture, chasing bright red scratches imprinted across the ground like slashes in a body, Oasis’ mind wanders elsewhere. What is her cat doing right now? Oasis likes to think that someone is watching over Honey for her, giving her treats and letting the bathroom sink dribble for her sweet tortoiseshell kitty whenever she politely begs, with her soft mews and chirps.

She’s also scared — scared that nobody thought to check on Honey and that if she somehow gets out of this prison of fog, and somehow doesn’t go straight into a concrete prison, she’ll find a skeleton of her favorite creature in the entire world.

Before she can shudder at the thought, Oasis is brought back to reality — if she can even CALL this place reality. Her fist is jamming a knife into a man sporting salt and pepper hair, along with a pair of shades. His smirk quickly falls as he yelps in pain, and she cringes inwardly at how unnatural it all feels. Oasis doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to feeling her muscles flex without her permission.