01-24-2021, 05:14 PM
DEAR FRIEND as you know, your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
A few seconds pass when she hears a muffled voice call out, her body being carefully shifted around as it twitches. She gives off no reaction, hardly able to identify the sensations at all in the midst of it all. Fortunately, it wouldn't take very long for the female's body to quit with its convulsions, though the electricity emitting from her body hadn't yet ceased. She feels an overwhelming dizziness take over, world spinning, as she tries to figure out what has happened. She'd fallen, and she couldn't move. The only thing that really hurt, though was her head. Oh, it hurt. It throbbed, and she could identify the early signs of a migraine beginning to come on, vision blurring, sunlight causing her to close her eyes in response, perhaps the first real signal that the seizure was likely over. The aftermath, however, was still not so ideal.
Her mouth shifts, teeth gritting from the pain she felt emitting from her head. What exactly had occurred was unable to be processed, but she did know one thing, and that was she'd made a mistake coming here, that her head did not respond to it well, that she didn't get anything from being here. Headaches from stress were easy to come on for the female already, but it'd only been made worse by what's just happened, her body now beginning to curl on itself as she let out pained breaths. She can feel her eyes begin to water, though she's not certain the exact reason why. Perhaps a response to the pain, to whatever had left her on the ground, or perhaps due to the feelings she'd experienced inside the hut. She'd no capacity to try and figure it out now. "Head," she struggles out in a shaky voice, trying to explain the migraine that was coming on as best as she could.
Dammit.
Her mouth shifts, teeth gritting from the pain she felt emitting from her head. What exactly had occurred was unable to be processed, but she did know one thing, and that was she'd made a mistake coming here, that her head did not respond to it well, that she didn't get anything from being here. Headaches from stress were easy to come on for the female already, but it'd only been made worse by what's just happened, her body now beginning to curl on itself as she let out pained breaths. She can feel her eyes begin to water, though she's not certain the exact reason why. Perhaps a response to the pain, to whatever had left her on the ground, or perhaps due to the feelings she'd experienced inside the hut. She'd no capacity to try and figure it out now. "Head," she struggles out in a shaky voice, trying to explain the migraine that was coming on as best as she could.
Dammit.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.