Carnival Of Sorts {{Closed to Mindfreak and KatyCruel}}

“Beautified diversity! Functioning as one body! Every part encouraged by the other, no one independent of another!”

When Fate woke up, it was still dark outside with a light rain drizzling across the bedroom’s window, pattering lightly below the music that was still playing. She turned the song down again with a lazy glance, then rolled to look at her alarm clock. It was 4:47, and way earlier than Fate or her sister Destiny would have nightmared about getting up. Tossing and turning, she tried to get to sleep again, but couldn’t. Fate groaned, and decided that she was up for the day.

She made her way across the large two bedroom flat that the twins rented together to the kitchen. A pot of water was already in the coffee maker that sat on the counter, and the timer was set so it would be hot by the time the girls got up at eight. Fate pushed a few buttons mentally, setting it to make the coffee now before digging through the fridge for cream and an orange. She peeled it leisurely while the coffee brewed, the grinding sound it made low and somewhat comforting.

Fate could see her sisters dreams- flitting colours and shapes, too fast to register with her mind as anything distinguishable and beautiful at the same time. She smiled sleepily, and turned to the sink to rinse her orange. The coffee wasn’t ready yet, so Fate drew herself a glass of water and when the first few drops hit the back of her throat, she knew something was horribly wrong.

Destiny’s dreams vanished, replaced by dizzying flashes and rocking movement about to make her sick. The toned-down thoughts of their neighbours went haywire, screeching above a natural volume and not making any sense as gibberish and screaming words filled Fate’s head. She doubled over in pain as a migraine above any she had ever experienced rocked her head, and the orange fell to the floor.

Limping across the dark burgundy carpet, Fate found the handle to her sister’s room and pushed it open. ”D-Destiny..!” She groaned, cradling her throbbing cranium and leaning heavily against the door frame. Her twin just rolled away from her, mumbling something in her sleep. ”Destiny! W-wake up! There’s s…something wrong!” Fate felt the first tear of pain drift down her cheeks as the headache sent another wave of pain to her nervous system.

(Damn, this would have been fun to read)