02-23-2020, 11:18 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]/tw: blood mention in italicized bits
Nemhain's voice, soft and even, quelled the nausea roiling in Rin's chest. She'll be here soon, she repeated to herself, counting the grains. One, two, three, four splatters of blood. She shuddered. One, two, three seconds and it was all over...
Stifling a whimper, she squeezed her eyes shut. Of all the days for counting not to work... of course it wouldn't. Nothing would be able to scrub what she'd seen out of her head. Nothing could get the stains out of the floorboard, or the smell of death out of the forest. But to think she couldn't even hold it back for Nemhain's sake anymore... she was a disgrace of an owner.
The sound of the door creaking open cut through her thoughts. Someone was intruding again? No, she heard the voice in accompaniment. Playerone, not Alastor. Friend, not stranger. Here to help, not to pry. The feeling of a paw on her shoulder startled her out of her trance, but she made no move to distance herself from Playerone.
"Talk to me."
She turned her head to meet Playerone's gaze- and for a moment, violet eyes stare back at her, flames reflected in their depths. She can't stop her eyes from wandering to their throat, their stomach, blood dripping from the gashes onto her paws- she killed them, she killed them all, they screamed again and again in overlapping chorus- with a wheeze, Rin jerked away, staring in horror even as reality glitched into existence before her eyes.
It's only a matter of time.
"They're dead," she whispered, her breathing ragged. "They're all dead and it's- I could've saved them. It's my fault." Choking back a sob, she shook her head. "Monolith City is gone. The Ascendants is gone. And soon Elysium will be too."
Nemhain's voice, soft and even, quelled the nausea roiling in Rin's chest. She'll be here soon, she repeated to herself, counting the grains. One, two, three, four splatters of blood. She shuddered. One, two, three seconds and it was all over...
Stifling a whimper, she squeezed her eyes shut. Of all the days for counting not to work... of course it wouldn't. Nothing would be able to scrub what she'd seen out of her head. Nothing could get the stains out of the floorboard, or the smell of death out of the forest. But to think she couldn't even hold it back for Nemhain's sake anymore... she was a disgrace of an owner.
The sound of the door creaking open cut through her thoughts. Someone was intruding again? No, she heard the voice in accompaniment. Playerone, not Alastor. Friend, not stranger. Here to help, not to pry. The feeling of a paw on her shoulder startled her out of her trance, but she made no move to distance herself from Playerone.
"Talk to me."
She turned her head to meet Playerone's gaze- and for a moment, violet eyes stare back at her, flames reflected in their depths. She can't stop her eyes from wandering to their throat, their stomach, blood dripping from the gashes onto her paws- she killed them, she killed them all, they screamed again and again in overlapping chorus- with a wheeze, Rin jerked away, staring in horror even as reality glitched into existence before her eyes.
It's only a matter of time.
"They're dead," she whispered, her breathing ragged. "They're all dead and it's- I could've saved them. It's my fault." Choking back a sob, she shook her head. "Monolith City is gone. The Ascendants is gone. And soon Elysium will be too."
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