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[othellovonryan]

Noise

It starts as just irritation. A metaphorical crawling under your skin. Things are too noisy, too bright, there is too much happening all the time and you can't take it all in-

Then silence it, make it yours, make it you, take control and destroy what will not submit

It sounds so inviting, a freedom from the noise, but its wrong, its wrong, its wrong and the noise is getting louder, mechanical and foreboding as it sees you, it knows you are there, and it wants to make you apart of it.

Anatawa hitorijanai

For a moment, there is quiet.

You breathe.

And fall through water.

Comments

Re: Entrance

[othellovonryan]

[There is a pause.]

[There is a brush against Hunter's ninpo]

[Does he reach back?]

Re: Entrance

[pyrighteous]

[ of course he does. The trust flows from Hunter unconditionally. ]

Re: Entrance

[othellovonryan]

[There is a feeling of a gentle hand on his shoulder. A soft voice, sad, but encouraging.]

[The corruption has caused him to feel almost alone. He needs to know you understand that feeling so he will let you in.]

Re: Entrance

[pyrighteous]

... I do know that feeling. I've ... I was terribly alone after running from Belos.

I was alone the whole time I was with him, too.

Re: Entrance

[othellovonryan]

[I am glad you will not have to feel that anymore, but for now...give him a memory. And be ready. What is beyond that doorway will hurt, but your family is behind you.]

Re: Entrance

[pyrighteous]

A memory ... should it be a good one?

Re: Entrance

[othellovonryan]

[No. It needs to be understanding.]

Re: Entrance

[pyrighteous]

...

[ Then ... he hates the thought of giving Donnie something sad but.

He pictures Hexside in those first few days after he'd run from Belos. How he'd hidden in the auditorium, stealing Hex Mix out of the vending monsters, running from anyone who'd come close. Could he trust anyone? No - if he made a mistake, he'd be dead. Belos would have him dragged back to the castle in an instant, and then he'd be taken apart for pieces and reformed into his next iteration. ]

Re: Entrance

[othellovonryan]

[The memory is offered to the void, and the pathway opened. The hand is gone from his shoulder]

[The gentle warmth is not]

[And he stumbles through]