Donatello "the air bud of war crimes" Hamato (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
othellovonryan) wrote2023-02-11 05:10 pm
othellovonryan) wrote2023-02-11 05:10 pm
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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-
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.
For a moment, there is quiet.
You breathe.
And fall through water.
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.
Re: Entrance
[ 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
[The gentle warmth is not]
[And he stumbles through]