Donatello "the air bud of war crimes" Hamato (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
othellovonryan) wrote2025-03-17 08:51 am
othellovonryan) wrote2025-03-17 08:51 am
Dream Heart
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: Entrace
… … eyes … ]
My glasses?! [ PATS AT HER FACE.
AT HER HAIR? like somehow they may be hiding in there?? Her neck — ooh fuck, okay, no pendant either … … or shoes …
Is she wearing fucking pajamas? ]
[ Yes. Yes, she is. ]
Okay. Okay, I'm in Donnie's heart … in my pajamas. Okay. Cool. [ DEEP. BREATH.
Lets it out slow.
And she leans into the ninpo, opening herself up and reaching out for him, if she can. ]
Re: Entrace
She can probably make clothes for herself if she tries.
The connection is there. The Ninpo is still present. But its muted. She can't outright reach to anyone, at least not yet. Just that feeling that there IS another end to the connection.
There is no response.