othellovonryan | (no subject)

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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-

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.

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You could just be stronger than any of that 'trauma.'

I can't be even with them. I just...have to help them. When they're okay, I can worry about myself.

I. I get it. I feel that way too but.

[ A deep breath. ]

We don't have to be the strongest, or the greatest, or - anything. We don't have to suffer. And - we can be weak too.

They love us the way we are. Don't you love me the way I am?

Of course I love you the way you are.

I don't-I don't want to be strong because I hate being weak, I just need to keep everyone safe. To take care of them.

[The Technodone scoffs, pacing back and forth.]