12-31-2019, 07:26 PM
In. In, out. Out out in.
Hyperventilating wasn't her core. It wasn't something she did- wheezing, burning lungs from the smoke fumes, that was something she did. Panic attacks, crying, breaking down? Those were rare, those were like ice on her lungs, cooling them but tightening them, like a vicegrip on her heart. Tears streaked her face as she dragged herself to the border again. The psychotic screams on the border caught up to her like bloody ice, tugging at her back and ripping her free of the trance.
The trance she had been stuck in for months, now. Not even weeks. Leroy's death shattered her like crystal, making her retreat into her home- and soon, later, into her head. A lack of cigarettes to feed her vice, her addiction. A lack of booze- people stopped delivering it to her, so she refused to leave home. At least, consciously. There were some mornings she awoke on the farm, the beach, almost drowning in the swamp. It wasn't healthy. She needed to go, she realized one cool morning, stuck inside her wrecked and closed up home.
She needed to go.
She spent the last few months wandering. She was gaunt, starving, crying and howling in the woods. She managed to narrowly avoid traps at times, and other times she was stuck. Bleeding, and tearing herself free. She knew how to undo the traps that Beck set. Nearly all of them, by this point. Both of her eyes stung at times, the one from Beck especially terrible. Not to mention she hadn't fully healed from being stolen and tortured by a certain fox, himself.
But, by the time she had made it back to Tanglewood, her body shivering and sick, she had no idea Leroy was back. She didn't know that Aurum wasn't Wormwood- which was a shame, Wormy was a good nickname. She liked the analogy it made in her head. She didn't know Roy was under control, she didn't know there was MORE yeens. She just didn't know, but she came back crawling, knowing full well she was a stranger by this point, knowing full well she might've not been welcome at this point.
// she's screaming on the border! unknown if from the healing wounds, strangely uninfected, or from mental distress!
"SPEECH"
Hyperventilating wasn't her core. It wasn't something she did- wheezing, burning lungs from the smoke fumes, that was something she did. Panic attacks, crying, breaking down? Those were rare, those were like ice on her lungs, cooling them but tightening them, like a vicegrip on her heart. Tears streaked her face as she dragged herself to the border again. The psychotic screams on the border caught up to her like bloody ice, tugging at her back and ripping her free of the trance.
The trance she had been stuck in for months, now. Not even weeks. Leroy's death shattered her like crystal, making her retreat into her home- and soon, later, into her head. A lack of cigarettes to feed her vice, her addiction. A lack of booze- people stopped delivering it to her, so she refused to leave home. At least, consciously. There were some mornings she awoke on the farm, the beach, almost drowning in the swamp. It wasn't healthy. She needed to go, she realized one cool morning, stuck inside her wrecked and closed up home.
She needed to go.
She spent the last few months wandering. She was gaunt, starving, crying and howling in the woods. She managed to narrowly avoid traps at times, and other times she was stuck. Bleeding, and tearing herself free. She knew how to undo the traps that Beck set. Nearly all of them, by this point. Both of her eyes stung at times, the one from Beck especially terrible. Not to mention she hadn't fully healed from being stolen and tortured by a certain fox, himself.
But, by the time she had made it back to Tanglewood, her body shivering and sick, she had no idea Leroy was back. She didn't know that Aurum wasn't Wormwood- which was a shame, Wormy was a good nickname. She liked the analogy it made in her head. She didn't know Roy was under control, she didn't know there was MORE yeens. She just didn't know, but she came back crawling, knowing full well she was a stranger by this point, knowing full well she might've not been welcome at this point.
// she's screaming on the border! unknown if from the healing wounds, strangely uninfected, or from mental distress!
"SPEECH"
LEND ME YOUR HAND AND
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO