something is very, very wrong
She still isn't picking up, and the family are starting to get worried. Cordelia prepares to investigate. (This is a old piece on some very, very old iteration of Cory and Honey, for the RP I initially created her for that died out before I could actually bring her in. Even if the plot isn't a thing anymore it still holds out, though! So it goes here.)
“Hon? You there?”
A dial tone.
Again.
Cory huffs and sets her phone back down, the long history of ignored calls on its screen blinking to black once more.
What to do now...
Oh! Screaming in frustration! That sounds fun!
And so she does. Into a pillow, of course- Janie and Caroline will be sleeping by now, she wouldn’t want to wake them up. Everyone’s stressed right now, if the littlest of her sisters can sleep then she’ll let them.
This isn’t normal. Honey’d usually be the one to call her, especially when she was travelling so far from home. Foxglove wasn’t too far of a drive away, so even when her interests moved from the farm to journalism and politics, the family could come to visit the town she’d been made mayor of.
That whole thing was a fun little accident, now she thinks about it. Her baby cousin, Little Miss Honey Mitsubachi Delaney, all golden curls and smiles, aspiring world-changer and bright young mind, takes the wrong train and finds herself given a grand postion like that. She was always doing the unexpected, Cory thinks, a faint smile appearing on her face as she remembers hastily written letters holding as many exclamation marks as they could carry, a tiny heart above every I. Honey would write every week. But now, she hasn’t called anyone since she arrived at Solaris. A good story for Foxglove’s newspaper, she’d said- Ever since she’d became the writer for Foxglove Daily she’d been dedicated to finding a good story. Not that Cory hadn’t been worried for her little cousin. That good story did involve people mysteriously going missing, after all.
Before she left for Solaris, she’d visited home.
“Keep in touch,” she told her. “You’re puttin’ yourself in danger here, Honeybee.”
Honey had just giggled in response, placing her spare pair of glasses in her suitcase. The pink, heart-shaped ones, that she’d ordered by accident and kept just in case.
“Come on, Dellia,” she’d chirped, “You know me- I can take care of myself. You shouldn’t get yourself so stressed about me, okay?”
Cordellia didn’t know why she felt so nauseous about everything, so she pushed it aside.
“M’kay. Just don’t do anything stupid.”
“Last time I did something stupid I found Foxglove. You think I wouldn’t take a chance like that again?”
All Cory did was scoff at the time, staring at the window, trying to distract herself from the worry. Still, her eyes couldn’t help but wander to a few strands of white spanning a corner.
A spider’s web- a very successful one, from the mass of little creatures it ensnared. She doesn’t remember the rest of her last conversation with Honey. But she remembers that spider’s web.
A decision is made. Stuffing a few sets of clothes into a backpack and checking her phone for the train’s timetable, Cordellia slips out of the farmhouse, leaving a hastily scribbled note. They’ll understand. Everyone’s worried sick about Honey, and things have been quiet lately, so she won’t really be needed for any work.
And anyway, it’s not like she’ll be gone forever, is it?