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 Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 1:05 pm
Since he had last looked at the sky, the red moon had drawn closer. He kept his neck craned, taking in its fuller shape and deep red. Linswo wondered if the moon’s new position was a subtle hint for him to visit the Shrine. He walked in slowly, taking in the room’s empty appearance. Compared to his previous visits, there weren’t as many other shadows mingling about. While he was fine with crowds, having a smaller group inside seemed more comfortable. His gaze strayed toward the statues, but found one of them to be missing. “Oh?” he murmured. Curious, he stepped toward the empty pedestal. He leaned forward slightly to read the words etched into the plaque. A few of the words were missing, causing Linswo to c**k his head and ponder the full meaning of the message.
“Or so it goes.”
He flinched at the sudden voice, but relaxed when he realized it was one of the goddesses. Words hung off the tip of his tongue, but he had yet to find the courage to speak idle chatter. While not the goddess he had aligned himself to, she still possessed power he could only dream of possessing. Perhaps one day he too would command his own faithful comrades and servants…
Hissing sounds drew his attention to the device in her hands. Linswo narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he was too nervous to ask her what exactly she held in her hands. He could’ve stared at the instrument for what seemed like forever, but the goddess distracted him with a bag.
“Oh? Th-Thank you,” he stuttered out, gloved hands running over the key before finally opening to reveal….nothing. The shadow took a nervous step back when he noticed her reaction. “If there’s anything I can do to help…” His voice drifted off in favor of listening to her instructions. More parts. Hearts. Labs. Scissors. He reached for said-item. His arm paused at the goddesses lingering words. They don’t need it. They?
He was left with the image of the goddess’s smile as he headed for the opening. He wondered what he was about to get himself into.
Linswo found himself standing in front of a trio of doors. Each one held a different symbol, although he didn’t know what the icons were supposed to represent. Bag in hand, he stared at each door. Despite the malice and terror oozing out of it, he felt drawn toward the door on the far right, so with a heavy heart and growing regret he walked through it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 2:16 pm
Dead silence. No sounds echoed, save for the scuff of his shoes against the floor and his soft breathing. After a while, he could pick up the quiet beat of something thudding, but he didn’t know what. He could hear a voice whispering a name, a name that definitely wasn’t his. It didn’t sound right, but the name sounded familiar even though he could have sworn he had never heard it before.
The door clicked shut. Linswo spun around to stare at the closed door; there was no turning back until he retrieved the heart. He stared at the scissors in his hand. Everything grew dark, save for the tiny glow of his core, but the light wasn’t enough to show him his way around the area. Arm stretched out, he walked slowly through the shadows until his head touched wood. Long fingers ran down the sanded wood until he could imagine the shape of a box. A crate. He would have stepped around it, but a quiet thud froze him in mid-step.
His foot touched the ground at last. Linswo tried to walk around, yet found that the crate completely blocked his way. But there was no turning back until he found the heart. He leaned over to examine the box further, and found the top open. Through the dim darkness, he managed to see the vague, dull red outlines of a shape sticking out from the container.
Thud.
He took a step closer. The more he thought about it, the more the shape resembled an arm. Was it an arm? His heart beat rapidly as he reached for it. His grip on the shape tightened when he realized that the thudding had ceased suddenly. Confused, cautious, Linswo felt up the arm until he found his hands inside the box and pushing against something warm, soft yet firm too. Something nagged at the edge of his mind, but it disappeared in a flurry of mist when he found what he desired—a heart.
Thump-thump.
He stared at it, beating calmly and steadily.
Thump-thump.
He needed that heart. He didn’t know what this something was, so why did he feel uneasy? Maybe it was his higher sense of empathy. Maybe this something had been something more—
His bag was still empty.
No matter how much time passed or how many paces he took back and forth or how much he fidgeted and held his stomach, nothing would change the circumstances. He would only ever find one heart. There would only be darkness and the steady beating of the heart drumming in his ears until he was ready to scream. Stop beating.
But now he could hear the soft swish-swish as metal slid against metal. He still needed a heart. He still had scissors. There was only one thing to do.
He couldn’t see, but he could feel. He could feel his hands clutch the scissors tightly before he plunged the blades into the something. It was difficult at first, the scissors roughly cutting through what he initially thought was rubber. He couldn’t stop himself from flinching each time he heard the scissor quickly slide across it, a low, poignant hiss. But he could feel himself creating a hole, digging deeper into the thing until he reached the heart at last. His hand felt warmth as he grabbed the heart, still entangled by thrumming vines. The scissors swish-swish’ed just before they began to snip away the thick strands. He could feel something warm and wet dribbling down his arms when both hands reached for the heart.
Why was his stomach fluttering? Why did it feel as if there was a hurricane of butterflies inside?
He stumbled backwards suddenly as the restraints around the heart gave way. Something heavy sloshed to the bottom of the crate, and he could still hear liquid spilling out and feel something warm run down his hands and arms.
But now the heart was his. It gave one last, weak thrum before stopping. He slid it into the bag.
He swirled his cup, watching the soda bubble as he formed a miniature whirlpool inside his drink. It was far too easy for him to tune out the blaring music and remain calm beneath the flashing lights. Not even the rumors of the “haunted” house could shake his calm demeanor. This party was entertaining, but he still had papers to finish. That was the thought whirring inside his head when he passed by the refreshments and that was the thought disappearing into air when he met a vaguely-familiar girl. He tried a soft greeting.
She jumped. He covered his mouth with a hand to mask his laughter. Had she perhaps thought he was a ghost? So she believed the rumors. Indeed, he could see the way her eyes searched behind him, but he already knew there was no one of interest there. Not unless she wanted to binge on alcohol or drag herself onto the dance floor.
“Is something wrong?”
“It’s nothing. I’m Emmaline.” She held out her hand, and with a grin he took it.
“Well, if you insist. I’m Wilson; it’s a pleasure.”
Was she a mind reader? “I just don’t like being in old buildings. I’m sorry, I must seem neurotic.” She laughed hollowly. No, what’s wrong? Why won’t you laugh sincerely…?
“Why don’t I walk you back to your dorm?”
She paused, contemplating the offer. “It’s pretty far.”
“That’s alright. I’m pretty athletic; I won’t get tired.”
“I’ll be under your protection then.” She laughed. It was soft laughter that he could barely hear above the music. Maybe he couldn’t even hear it at all. Maybe he imagined her chuckle pleasantly ringing in his ears.
A dimpled smile. He bowed deeply, deep red eyes gleaming as he stared up at her and swept his arm out, waiting for her to leave first. “I’ll protect you to the best of my ability then, princess.”
A sharp intake of breath. The heart in the bag was dead, but his own drummed against his chest. A memory from the heart? A memory from his past? In the darkness he stared at his stained hands and curled them into fists. Nononono…
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 2:57 pm
Linswo clutched trembling hands to his chest. He pressed them together to stop the shaking, but he could only feel the tremors spreading throughout his entire body. It took everything he had to take the first step, then the second, but once he began walking he found himself calming down.
He must be imagining things now because the floor wasn’t as solid; it was more pliant and changing as he walked. Each step became harder as he struggled to keep himself upright. It was like walking across a thin layer of glue. He could feel something tugging at his shoes as he tried to lift his feet.
His body turned cold when he heard smooth, quick steps. But this was just his imagination again, right? He continued walking.
“Please give it back.”
The fluttering in his stomach returned. He tried to walk faster. He held onto the bag tightly. Still he refused to turn around, too afraid to face what he knew was there. Splashing water filled the silence. He didn’t even bother asking why there was suddenly so much water around him when the ground had been so dry earlier. He could feel himself walking down the incline, walking deeper into the water as the levels rose. No matter how quickly or frantic he tried to walk, he could only move inches forward as the water slowed him down. Worry lines creased across his forehead as he lifted his chin above the water.
“Please give me back my—“
Two hands pulled him completely beneath the water. He tried to elbow the person from behind, but their group was rock solid, tight. NONONONO— Linswo thrashed around as he fell further into the abyss. A sharp pain; he choked, gulping in water. He was drowning, falling. He was going to disappear. He was screaming as he stared back into deep grey.
"Give me back my heart."
He stared with half-lidded drowsy eyes at the shadowed branches splayed against the bare white wall. One slow blink, another. Groaning, he pulled her closer, lanky arms wrapping around her thin torso as he buried his face into the back of her warm neck. He closed his eyes, trying to fall back asleep as he took in the sweet floral scent of her shampoo.
Small hands reached up to brush against his face, then twirl a strand of his hair around her finger. “Wilson?” she murmured. “I have to go to the library early today. Wake up.”
A click of his tongue and a groan. “Five more minutes.” But there was no need for pleading, he had already untwined his arms and thrown the covers off. His lips twisted into a childish pout.
Soft laughter, pleasant and ringing. She leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you.” I love you.
He reached for her disappearing hand. He looped his fingers with hers, squeezed her hand tight, and smiled. “No problem.”
Endless love. Unforgettable love. Painful love. Everything will be okay, he had said. Everything would never be okay. He had lied, drowned himself in a lingering love that tore at him from the inside out. But it was that same lingering love that carved the doll-like smile on his features. If he pretended to be okay, perhaps he would be okay. Perhaps the stinging pains in his heart would soften, ebb away. Maybe he could find someone else to lo—
No, it was never good to lie to yourself.
Let me love you. Let me hold you one more time. Let me feel your hand in mine. Let me just hear your voice, your laughter. Let me…
Let me stop suffering.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 3:11 pm
He could have died right then and there. He wouldn’t have minded drifting through the water until he fell into darkness. She was gone, and there was only pain and grief. If she was gone, what was the point of existing?
He had loved her so much, and yet he had cut out her heart out so disgustingly. Even if the red had washed away into the water, he could still see the stains on his skin. Penance. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness, something cried for penance. He had to live.
Linswo couldn’t even tell who or what or how the scissors had made their way into the first opening he saw. He only knew that it was.
Pained shrieking. A woman’s scream. Her scream. He wanted to reach for her, whisper Shhh it’s okay everything will be okay. His tried-and-true mantra that was breaking him into pieces, falling away like worn thread.
The fall was short, hardly painful. It was more of a short shock than anything else. Breathing deeply, he rolled to his side and struggled to his feet. He trudged toward the door.
There was no need to look back. He already knew what would be waiting for him, and someday he would be back.
But the goddess was waiting for her heart, and he would obey.
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Syusaki rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:50 pm
When he opened his eyes, he felt cold. Rather than immediately get up, he scrunched his face as he stared into the bright light. He raised a hand to shield his eyes, but not even his hands could protect him from the painful ringing in his ears. Linswo was still squinting when he finally sat up. Everywhere he looked was pure white. It was bright, but he was rather fond of the color—or rather, the combination of colors. That was all white was—a mixture of all of the colors. It was everything. His hands pressed against the cool metal of the table. He caught a flash of his reflection as he jumped off the table and landed with shaky legs.
He headed for the door and found it unlocked, so he entered the hallway. As Linswo let go of the door handle and walked, he flinched when he heard it slam shut. He hadn’t…?! He frantically turned, but found the door hanging open. But as he examined inside the room, he noticed the table had disappeared. He grew nervous, so he chose to walk away from the mysterious room instead.
The corridor was painfully long, but when he stretched his neck out he could see the exit. Eventually he would reach the end.
Thud.
An immediate turn of his head revealed nothing.
Thud.
The second time he looked back revealed a darkened figure. His body stiffened when he noticed her face as she stepped forward. Running was instinct. He was a good runner, somehow he knew that.
A glance to the side revealed a piece of paper with letters, but with no context. He sprinted.
Distance: 45
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Syusaki rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:51 pm
He could see the exit at the very end, but was there another way out that would save him time? Linswo looked around, sneakers beating against the linoleum floor while the click-click of her boots steadily followed behind. His fingers twitched as he vainly reached for the door in the distance. The corners of his vision began to blur, then as his heart rate spiked everything shifted.
When he arrives at the apartment, he finds the room filled with hazy smoke. Panic seizes him suddenly as he calls out, “Em? Are you there? Are you okay?” Even with one hand over his mouth, he continues to cough as he enters. Steps are steady and measured when he follows the smoke to the kitchen.
To his relief, she’s okay. To his surprise, she’s waving away smoke rising above the stove. He can see a frying pan with the remains of…something. “Em?”
She stops. From the smoke he can see the silhouette of her head turning toward him. “Oh. Um. I was just trying to make dinner. It was our anniversary, so I wanted…” Her voice trails off.
A moment of silence. Then laughter mixed with choked coughing. “You are…” He covers his mouth with one arm and uses the other to tug her out of the apartment. The sprinklers have already started, dousing them both. “…hilarious.” He can already hear the sirens of the fire trucks as he pulls her in for a peck on the lips.
Distance: 40
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Syusaki rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:52 pm
“Oh Wil,” the figure sighed. “You’ve always been so optimistic. So good at giving people false hope.”
What was wrong with being optimistic? He wanted to shout at her, but he only forced his legs to move faster. No matter what she said, he had to leave. What had been done had already been done, and he would have to force himself to live with the consequences. Death was not an option. To live and want to live was his punishment.
Linswo crashed through the doors and tried to pull the handle open, but it only shook against his frantic attempts. “Come on…!” he hissed, but then noticed the number pad. “Oh for the love of…!”
Distance: 35
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Syusaki rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:53 pm
“…” The figure was silent for a while, as if she was thinking of something. But her shoes continued to echo across the floor, the distance between them shrinking by the second.
Meanwhile, there wasn’t really anywhere else for him to run. Linswo was already at the door, but he didn’t know the password that would let him through. He pressed himself against the wall as he nervously stared at her dark figure.
“…you let them die.”
He tried to shrink back even further. “What?”
“You let them die,” she repeated. “How could you let them die? You had said you would protect others, and yet you let them die so easily.”
He shook his head. “I don’t…I never…?”
Distance: 30
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Syusaki rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:54 pm
"You always bottle everything up. You always smile even when it hurts." She said it sweetly; it's as if she's complimenting him.
Linswo angled his head away from her, eyeing the woman through nervous and skeptical eyes. Indeed, she kept talking. The words fell from her lips with startling ease.
"But someday it's going to turn on you, sweetie. Everything is going to come crashing down and there will be nothing you can do. You will just drown in your self-pity and become trash. You are trash. Such a killer. Such a failure."
He slid to the ground, his head between his knees while he clung to his head. Shhh..everything would be okayeverythingwouldbeokay.
Distance: 25
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Syusaki rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:55 pm
That was when he looked to the left. His eyes widened; hope filled him. Another piece of paper? Linswo stood up to examine the contents. It appeared to be a cipher. His face scrunched up at first, but then lit up when he remembered the other paper from before. He had to combine the two to make the password! The shadow took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he put in the password.
The doors slid up with a soft creak and he whispered a tiny yes before he continued to run.
Distance: 20
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Syusaki rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:56 pm
Grey trees, devoid of leaves, surrounded him and shielded him from the figure. He didn’t know how much protection they could offer him. When he turned around he could still see her chasing him. Linswo guessed it wasn’t much protection if he could clearly see her. Chills ran down his back when he heard her call out in her soft voice.
“You took my Heart.”
Perhaps this was true.
“So I’ll take yours in return.”
NONONONONO—
He tried to run even faster, but had to slow down when he encountered a bridge. Linswo hissed. A rickety bridge at such a pressing time?? But it wasn’t like he had the time to run around and search for another pathway to take. He stepped onto the bridge.
Only to get his foot stuck. He whined, bending down to try and pull it out. The wood scraped against his skin as the foot remained stubbornly in place. Linswo looked behind at the growing figure. Panic surged through him. Live. He had to live. No matter what—
Instinct forced him to pull out the knife and slice. He jerked forward at the pain, and could only curse his lack of skill for not cutting it off in one smooth hit. But at least with the second hit he could stand back up and hobble forward. It was a strange sensation to feel his foot regrowing, but it wasn’t regenerating fast enough. The figure was closer than ever. It was as if she was snipping her scissors right behind him.
He ran.
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Syusaki rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:57 pm
His foot was fully regrown by the time he reached a haunted house. Linswo cocked his head. The building appeared almost familiar to him, but that was probably because haunted houses tended to look similar to him. He stared down at the creeping shadows the house cast. Yeah, this house was definitely haunted.
Haunted or not, it was also blocking his way. He looked in all directions for another way out, but nothing looked appealing to him. It was a dead end. He was a creature pushed into a corner. Or was he?
Heart pounding, Linswo turned toward the dagger in his hands. Unlike before, it now glowed a dark red, as if urging him to take action. This was the turning point—would he become the hunted or the hunter? He gripped the blade’s handle.
He spends the entire day on pod duty. It was easy, since not very many wanted to spend today of all days watching over sleeping candidates, most of whom would probably never wake up. One hand aimlessly taps against the desk while he doodles on a piece of scratch paper with the other. His hand draws out random shapes and words. He tries to sketch out her face, but he had never been an artist. Dissatisfied, he grunts, crumples the paper, and tosses it into the trashcan with a quiet swish.
The world has turned quiet. Only the humming of machinery fills his ears as he takes out colored sheets of origami paper this time. Nimble fingers make crease after crease. He takes his sweet time because he doesn’t intend to leave the room until the clock strikes midnight. One by one, his hand creates a flower. It would never wilt. It would bloom forever.
…he would wait forever.
His gaze turns slightly toward her pod. Expectedly, she sleeps peacefully and silently. Her body is completely still with no signs of stirring back to life.
But he would wait however long it took. Even if he died without holding her hand one last time, without telling her sorry for not looking after properly.
He arranges the paper flowers into a heart. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Eyes are squeezed shut before they spring open and he whirled around to plunge the weapon into her chest. He hesitates for a moment when he sees the shock spread across her beautiful, pale face, but the weapon has already done its job. A strand of hair falls out of place. He tries to reach out to tuck it behind her ear, but she’s already turning to dust and shadows.
His weapon glows brighter as the door swings open. His face is blank when he walks through the exit.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:25 pm
It was his Goddess, the one whom he had aligned himself too. He smiles like always, but it’s filled with confusion. “Little,” he echoes as he tilts his head. Physically, this isn’t the case. It must be metaphorically. That was what he hoped. “Don’t mind if I do.” He keeps smiling; smiling is easy as breathing; smiling comes naturally. Shoulders relax, hands slide into the pockets of his jacket. Linswo’s eyes light up at her offering. “I would love one!” Genuine joy tinges his voice when he reaches for a cookie and bites. It’s still warm. He’s glad his Goddess is kind. Her warmth fills him up instantly. Certainly, this is the closest he had ever been to being at home. “Of course I love you.”
“Mm?” Curious, he swallows and nods his head. “Sure. That sounds fun. Maybe not fun, pleasant? Yeah, pleasant.” He beams; dimples corner his lips. Another confused c**k of his head when she mentions a tea party. Well, a Goddess can do anything, he guesses. “Oh, thank you.” Linswo nods his head as he follows her gesture and enters through the gate.
The music is slow yet calming. He’s especially fond of the chimes. An odd smile dots his face when he holds out his palms to catch the white flakes. They’re cold, but quickly warm and melt against his skin. The sensation of melting snow is familiar, but he can’t remember why. Boots quietly crunch against the ground as he heads for the table. He sees two jars, instinctively reaches for the blue one.
Immediate regret once he follows the instructions. He can’t remember the taste, but the aftereffects are uncomfortable. His tongue clicks against his palette as he tries to remove the uneasy emotions settling in his stomach. Concern. Dissatisfaction. Linswo grabs a cupcake in hopes of soothing the emotions. He loves sweets. He doesn’t know why he knows this, but he does.
The cupcake tastes just like it looks, but he had hoped otherwise. It makes his heart beat faster. His fingers start twitching. A drink. Maybe he needs a drink. A different drink. Not the liquid from a jar.
He spots the white tea cup. A trembling hand reaches for it.
One morning as he wakes up, he suddenly thinks of her. Emmaline Grant. How are you doing off the island, Em? He couldn’t remember the last time he had thought of her, and the realization makes him guilty. Wasn’t it natural to think of your girlfriend often while you were apart? But it’s harder when the passing days are filled with training, fighting, dying. He can still hear the clatter of metal against metal during one of his spars. When he sits up in bed, he can still feel the pain of broken bones healing faster than a regular human’s. Then again, he has never been normal to begin with. He has only pretended to be regular, deluded himself into a life of normalcy.
He has always been living a life of contradiction. It was easy to see why he finds himself so lost so easily. Normal. Not normal. Normal. Not normal.
He reaches over to grab his phone to check the time. She should be awake in her time zone. Nimble fingers type out a simple greeting and he presses ‘send.’ Bones crack when he slides out of bed. He tries to change. It’s his duty to endure through the pain and keep up with his hunter duties. Wasn’t that right?
Ten minutes. No reply. That’s odd. Usually she would’ve replied by now. Maybe she was busy? He lingers in his room a bit more. He picks up a basketball and shoots it into the hoop hanging on his door. Half an hour passes with radio silence. He tries another message. Upon his stomach’s urging pangs, he trudges for the cafeteria.
But so odd. She was quiet, but punctual. Her post was usually quiet. Had something big suddenly risen? His brows furrow without him noticing. Fingers tap against the table while he drinks his tea. It’s not very good tea, as expected of the shoddy cafeteria on the island, but tea nonetheless. The hour mark passes. He tries not to send another text, but now he’s as confused as ever. He tries a call this time.
‘I’m sorry. This number currently cannot be reached.’
Worry tugs at him. No, that can’t be right.
A glance at his watch. It’s time to go to pod duty. Bottled green tea in hand, he stands up reluctantly. Lonely footsteps echo as he walks down the corridor toward the Life labs. Another look at his phone, waiting and hoping for a reply or call. Suddenly he’s missing the sound of her voice, light and soft and gentle and immediately soothing. Different notions pull him in different directions. Try another message or call? Wait patiently? Worry endlessly? Hypothesize the 298347 ways things could go horrendously wrong? Shrug it all off? Of course she was okay. She had to be…right?
He both likes and dislikes pod duty. He plops into the chair and spins around once before skimming the monitors. Usually nothing happens, which lightens the load on his shoulders considerably. Then again, staring at the sleeping, doll-like faces becomes unsettling after a while. His hands prop up his chin while he waits. Boredom makes him examine the monitors one by one, taking in each unfamiliar face. They’re all unfamiliar.
Except one.
He almost doesn't catch it, but as if he would ever forget that face. What? His face contorts. He leans in. The monitor lights up his face in a pale blue light. No. NononononoNONO—
Suddenly his heart is racing. Suddenly he’s tripping off his chair, brushing his hands against the cold floor, struggling to reach her pod in the quickest time possible. His thoughts are swirling. It was just his imagination, right? It was just someone similar, right? It was just…? A voice whispers in his head.
Stop fooling yourself.
His hand presses against the glass.
Don’t leave me.
His gaze softens. He tilts his head, takes in her pale doll-like face. He stares at the star clip in her hair, the clip he gave her for her birthday. She’s gone, and he doesn’t know when she’ll be back.
So what will I do now…?
A sinking feeling in his stomach.
What if you don't wake up?
He tries not to think about it, but it’s like a computer virus. It enters furtively, but quickly spreads, multiplies, dealing its devastating damage. Irrepairable. Hands fall to his sides, and he’s standing like a child lost in the rain and without an umbrella. There’s no lifeline. There’s no one who can give him the right answer. No one’s going to hold his hand and reassure him because she’s right in front of him. He could wait, or he could move on. Which one?
…which one?
Hands hold his head as he falls, head hanging between his legs. Nails are digging into his skull and when Dakota walks into the Life lab, he realizes his fingers are flecked with red.
“Bro, are you okay?”
No? Maybe? Eventually? I’m not sure.
”Yeah, sorry about that.” He feigns laughter when he stands up, wipes his hands on his pants.
Somebody give me an answer.
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Tears have brimmed up in the corners of his eyes when he looks down. "Oh. Wow. Sorry about that." He laughs, but it sounds more like he's holding back a heaving sob when he puts down the tea cup.
Tasted Teas
Gun Few
Fayre
Sarviur
Simmy
Aryn
Tsumi
Ixyguin
Licraesa
Scree
Rizetmer'yl
Ixb
Leeshah Takz
Velmin
Eyasa
Viae Gelds
Rime Yin
Stew
Jaxa
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:31 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Fuchsia Description: Trepidation, nerves, catastrophe. Your commentary on its flavour:He put the cup down. He wasn't sure why this one hurt the way it did. He didn't know what had happened--everything needed context and history and that was a thing he was sorely lacking--but for some reason his mind turned over, again and again, the flavor of the star clip in her hair. It seemed vital, somehow: this small thing in the big memory and all its complicated trappings. He felt that he might comprehend what he had tasted, if he could comprehend that one thing. Instead there was only confusion. Confusion, and fear.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:35 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta Description: Happy at first, slows into worry...into confusion and finishes with loss. Your commentary on its flavour: Vaneda likes how the memory starts out at first. The man is like a smiling prince to her. His first thought is that of his loved one. But as it transgresses, she see's worry. her heart worries for his princess and she wonders what has happened. And they are led to a room where he feels anxiety. It explodes and makes Vaneda tear up. His princess sleeps, and left him. It hurts her heart and she wants to reach out. She wants a happy ending. It all fades into an all too familiar feel of love that is loss. She wants to answer his question....but she can't. Will you wait forever she wonders?
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