08-23-2018, 07:18 PM
//wasn't sure if this needed a trigger warning but basically cos has a panic attack bc im Evil and love to torture my babies ok bye
She had never been a sociable person, even without all their superiors barking at them to be quiet and obey orders. She preferred the company of silence, or the moon when it was out at night. Unfortunately quiet times were not very frequent back then. Now, the silence was almost unnerving. It was suspicious how quiet things were in this place, the female unable to help looking behind her every time she was out and about. Maybe she was overthinking things, as she often did, but she still couldn't help the low panic that always seemed to accompany her now.
Sometimes Cosette wondered if they would come looking for her, or if they just assumed she was dead. Maybe these new people worked with them and they were planning on bringing her back. Despite the reasoning against such claims, she could feel her heart in her throat, only making the whole situation worse as she approached the market place. She needed to get a few things and she was less than happy to be here around all these people.
It wasn't necessarily bustling, but there were just enough people around to make her uneasy, having to slide through them to survey what wares were for sale. She took deep breaths, trying to tune out the hum of conversations that hung in the air. But nothing was helping to keep the rising fear at bay. Soon she stood in place, her chest heaving as she took sharp inhales, staring ahead at nothing in particular. Her mind was buzzing and she struggled to ground herself.
She had never been a sociable person, even without all their superiors barking at them to be quiet and obey orders. She preferred the company of silence, or the moon when it was out at night. Unfortunately quiet times were not very frequent back then. Now, the silence was almost unnerving. It was suspicious how quiet things were in this place, the female unable to help looking behind her every time she was out and about. Maybe she was overthinking things, as she often did, but she still couldn't help the low panic that always seemed to accompany her now.
Sometimes Cosette wondered if they would come looking for her, or if they just assumed she was dead. Maybe these new people worked with them and they were planning on bringing her back. Despite the reasoning against such claims, she could feel her heart in her throat, only making the whole situation worse as she approached the market place. She needed to get a few things and she was less than happy to be here around all these people.
It wasn't necessarily bustling, but there were just enough people around to make her uneasy, having to slide through them to survey what wares were for sale. She took deep breaths, trying to tune out the hum of conversations that hung in the air. But nothing was helping to keep the rising fear at bay. Soon she stood in place, her chest heaving as she took sharp inhales, staring ahead at nothing in particular. Her mind was buzzing and she struggled to ground herself.
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