01-15-2020, 11:51 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Repressing her issues, for a time, had seemed to be getting easier.
Holding the shards of her inner being in place had been an ordeal to begin with, forcing the broken pieces to form the facade of a complete and undamaged soul. A broken vase would never again look like its unbroken self, she knew that as well as anyone, and trying to make it do so just left you with cuts in your pawpads. Yet, what choice did she have? Everyone else had enough problems of their own without Rin foisting hers onto their shoulders.
Over the years, as she'd bandaged up her paws again and again, the pieces had ground each others' edges away, enough so that they started to look like they fit together. But her grip wasn't everlasting- eventually, something forced her to let go for the briefest of moments, and the pieces spilled back onto the floor. This time around, it so happened that there were witnesses.
They weren't as bitter that she had burdened them with her problems as she had expected. Many of them were more angered that she'd hidden it in the first place.
Rin knew they were right, but that made her no more eager to let the broken vase fall apart entirely.
As Nemhain shuffled into the house, Rin turned to face her, and heaved a sigh- mostly of relief, but tinged with exhaustion. At least she wasn't alone for the moment. She didn't know when she might see... that again, but if Nemhain was there, she could help her snap out of it.
...Nemhain could "feel" it? To what extent? Rin briefly glanced down at the floorboards, still stained with the snake's blood. She supposed it made sense that her persona could feel the same things she did, but did she feel it at the same severity? If so, how was she still functional?
Blinking, Rin answered, "I saw... something I didn't want to." Shaking her head, she glanced up at Nemhain, unable to hide the concern in her eyes. "Did I wake you up?" Hopefully she hadn't woken her up every time she'd had a nightmare, or a bout of insomnia. Rin's sleep schedule had caused enough problems without those problems extending to other Elysites as well. Though in a sense, hadn't they already? After all, she'd been making-
Touching a paw to her temple, she lowered her head and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't think straight. "They're- they were waiting for me," she whispered. "The figures, they were... reapers, just darker." Tugging at her scarf, she murmured, "But they looked like..."
She didn't want to think about it. Thinking about it just made it hurt worse, or rather, it hurt her worse. Maybe she deserved that kind of pain, she couldn't say for sure, but... with a low, wheezing chuckle, she asked, "Trying to repress it just hurts you, doesn't it, Nemhain?"
Holding the shards of her inner being in place had been an ordeal to begin with, forcing the broken pieces to form the facade of a complete and undamaged soul. A broken vase would never again look like its unbroken self, she knew that as well as anyone, and trying to make it do so just left you with cuts in your pawpads. Yet, what choice did she have? Everyone else had enough problems of their own without Rin foisting hers onto their shoulders.
Over the years, as she'd bandaged up her paws again and again, the pieces had ground each others' edges away, enough so that they started to look like they fit together. But her grip wasn't everlasting- eventually, something forced her to let go for the briefest of moments, and the pieces spilled back onto the floor. This time around, it so happened that there were witnesses.
They weren't as bitter that she had burdened them with her problems as she had expected. Many of them were more angered that she'd hidden it in the first place.
Rin knew they were right, but that made her no more eager to let the broken vase fall apart entirely.
As Nemhain shuffled into the house, Rin turned to face her, and heaved a sigh- mostly of relief, but tinged with exhaustion. At least she wasn't alone for the moment. She didn't know when she might see... that again, but if Nemhain was there, she could help her snap out of it.
...Nemhain could "feel" it? To what extent? Rin briefly glanced down at the floorboards, still stained with the snake's blood. She supposed it made sense that her persona could feel the same things she did, but did she feel it at the same severity? If so, how was she still functional?
Blinking, Rin answered, "I saw... something I didn't want to." Shaking her head, she glanced up at Nemhain, unable to hide the concern in her eyes. "Did I wake you up?" Hopefully she hadn't woken her up every time she'd had a nightmare, or a bout of insomnia. Rin's sleep schedule had caused enough problems without those problems extending to other Elysites as well. Though in a sense, hadn't they already? After all, she'd been making-
Touching a paw to her temple, she lowered her head and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't think straight. "They're- they were waiting for me," she whispered. "The figures, they were... reapers, just darker." Tugging at her scarf, she murmured, "But they looked like..."
She didn't want to think about it. Thinking about it just made it hurt worse, or rather, it hurt her worse. Maybe she deserved that kind of pain, she couldn't say for sure, but... with a low, wheezing chuckle, she asked, "Trying to repress it just hurts you, doesn't it, Nemhain?"
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