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driftfleet2016-09-05 10:11 am
monolike) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-05 10:11 am
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Who: Mikleo (nerdeology), Dezel (sylphystia), Zaveid (airily) & Sorey (monolike)
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Solrius's surface, outskirts of town + wilderness
When: Around 9/5~9/6
[The last time he was anything close to feeling like this was the battlefield at Glaivend Basin. Malevolence hung thick in the air like smoke, stuck to his hair and clothes and choked his every breath. He remembers colors going blurry sometimes during the fighting; there was screaming, always screaming, of men dying, running from battle, falling on the swords of their own allies. Sorey had Lailah and the others then to anchor him; they turned his head for him when he couldn't, they reached into his heart and soothed it when it pounded too hard.
The feelings are like before but here, in the valleys of the mountains, the only sound is the whistle of wind through the crags and his dusty footsteps as he slips over gravel.
No soothing pulse of the elements inside of him.
No gentle hands turning his head.]
I came out here on my own, [Sorey tells himself harshly, but it rings empty and he knows it's not working. He can't just talk himself out of becoming malevolent. Isn't that why it didn't work with Nightingale?]
Ohhhh, [Sorey moans, stopping and dropping his head into his hands. He'd shoved her. He might've hurt her. Maybe not physically but- she'd opened her heart to him and he'd just run.
I had to. She'd tell Mikleo and then Mikleo would-
It's not that-] -simple, [he chokes out, and lifts his head to press onward. He'd bought food and water for some reason, but touches none of it.] Not that simple. [He's supposed to rely on his friends to help keep him on the path, but what does he do when they're the reason he's fallen off of it?
It's not their fault.] It's not Mikleo's fault, [Sorey hisses. He's too used to having voices in his head. Without them there it feels empty. He needs someone to talk to.] It's not Dezel's fault. [He needs to keep his promises.] It's not Zaveid's fault. [He needs to let them know they're needed.
He's not doing a good enough job. If Lailah was here-
If Lailah could tell him what to do-]
Stop blaming Lailah! [Sorey staggers against a cliff face and smacks a hand against it. His heart feels too tight and too big in his chest all at once. An expanding bubble, empty but still taking up too much space. He wants it out. He wants it to burst already.
How does Dezel do this?]
Lailah, [Sorey hiccups, shoulder against the cliff, sinking down into a crouch as tears sting his eyes. The air smells like malevolence, thick and smokey and choking.] I screwed up. I- I'm sorry, I didn't- I wasn't careful. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
[The wind howls as it tears through the crags.]
nerdeology), Dezel (sylphystia), Zaveid (airily) & Sorey (monolike)Broadcast: n/a
Action: Solrius's surface, outskirts of town + wilderness
When: Around 9/5~9/6
[The last time he was anything close to feeling like this was the battlefield at Glaivend Basin. Malevolence hung thick in the air like smoke, stuck to his hair and clothes and choked his every breath. He remembers colors going blurry sometimes during the fighting; there was screaming, always screaming, of men dying, running from battle, falling on the swords of their own allies. Sorey had Lailah and the others then to anchor him; they turned his head for him when he couldn't, they reached into his heart and soothed it when it pounded too hard.
The feelings are like before but here, in the valleys of the mountains, the only sound is the whistle of wind through the crags and his dusty footsteps as he slips over gravel.
No soothing pulse of the elements inside of him.
No gentle hands turning his head.]
I came out here on my own, [Sorey tells himself harshly, but it rings empty and he knows it's not working. He can't just talk himself out of becoming malevolent. Isn't that why it didn't work with Nightingale?]
Ohhhh, [Sorey moans, stopping and dropping his head into his hands. He'd shoved her. He might've hurt her. Maybe not physically but- she'd opened her heart to him and he'd just run.
I had to. She'd tell Mikleo and then Mikleo would-
It's not that-] -simple, [he chokes out, and lifts his head to press onward. He'd bought food and water for some reason, but touches none of it.] Not that simple. [He's supposed to rely on his friends to help keep him on the path, but what does he do when they're the reason he's fallen off of it?
It's not their fault.] It's not Mikleo's fault, [Sorey hisses. He's too used to having voices in his head. Without them there it feels empty. He needs someone to talk to.] It's not Dezel's fault. [He needs to keep his promises.] It's not Zaveid's fault. [He needs to let them know they're needed.
He's not doing a good enough job. If Lailah was here-
If Lailah could tell him what to do-]
Stop blaming Lailah! [Sorey staggers against a cliff face and smacks a hand against it. His heart feels too tight and too big in his chest all at once. An expanding bubble, empty but still taking up too much space. He wants it out. He wants it to burst already.
How does Dezel do this?]
Lailah, [Sorey hiccups, shoulder against the cliff, sinking down into a crouch as tears sting his eyes. The air smells like malevolence, thick and smokey and choking.] I screwed up. I- I'm sorry, I didn't- I wasn't careful. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
[The wind howls as it tears through the crags.]