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Fall 45th, 518 AV
We put terrible things out of our minds, not for a lack of empathy or some dark will to rid ourselves of that which makes us human. We do it to survive. For to live is to add weight to one's spine with every passing year. And even the strongest spines can break. Some of that weight needs to be left behind if one is to move forward. And Raeyn chose well with that which he left in his footsteps to be shrouded by the mists of the past, so that the tide can come in and take it away from him once and for all. Or so had he thought up until now.
Darkness surrounded him. But it wasn't the moonlit darkness of a night sky, nor the itch black of snuffed out candles. It was dread incarnate. The alchemist could hear his heart beat in his ears like a war drum. Somewhere in the distance a familiar voice screamed the words "I can handle him. I don’t need to be worrying about you, kid.”, broken up and splintered and so very far away. But Raeyn couldn't obey as that voice told him to leave. He wasn't at liberty to make those choices anymore. Had he ever?
At his feet there was blood, so very much of it. His own, pale, shaking hands dipped in it like quill dipped in red ink. He would raise them to his blinded eyes, take a step back which felt as if he was walking though tar, as he looked ahead. But in that exact moment everything went darker still. And whatever he saw at the tip of his nose would remain shrouded in obscurity, simply forgotten by a mind that spent a decade making every effort to do so. In a flash Raeyn was sucked out of the past and back into reality where the blood on his hands had been washed off years ago.
Drenched in sweat, the alchemist was brutally ripped out of the night terror. Eyes flaring open for fear of what lingered in the darkness beneath them, with tears streaming down his cheeks. A great weight on his chest, compressing his lungs, denying his breath. Fingers clenched in fists around scraps of the blankets that covered him until nails dug into his palm. A familiar pain, reminding him that he was indeed alive, he was awake, he was at home.
His mind struggled with itself for a prolonged moment. A part of it wishing to forget the nightmare in an instant, the other searching to uncover those missing bits forgotten by awaking in the most masochistic of ways.
A hand crept onto his shoulder, making Raeyn flinch for a moment before allowing himself to be soothed by the touch, pulled into an embrace where he could catch his breath, calm himself from this attack of pure panic. As air snaked into his lungs as if they missed it's very existence, the alchemist turned over to meet the eyes of Sasha who looked as if he'd seen a ghost, so worried was he. And without much thought, Raeyn buried his face in the man's chest where his tears could be hidden safely like pearls.
W/C: 536
*Boxcode by Allassanachassanya
Darkness surrounded him. But it wasn't the moonlit darkness of a night sky, nor the itch black of snuffed out candles. It was dread incarnate. The alchemist could hear his heart beat in his ears like a war drum. Somewhere in the distance a familiar voice screamed the words "I can handle him. I don’t need to be worrying about you, kid.”, broken up and splintered and so very far away. But Raeyn couldn't obey as that voice told him to leave. He wasn't at liberty to make those choices anymore. Had he ever?
At his feet there was blood, so very much of it. His own, pale, shaking hands dipped in it like quill dipped in red ink. He would raise them to his blinded eyes, take a step back which felt as if he was walking though tar, as he looked ahead. But in that exact moment everything went darker still. And whatever he saw at the tip of his nose would remain shrouded in obscurity, simply forgotten by a mind that spent a decade making every effort to do so. In a flash Raeyn was sucked out of the past and back into reality where the blood on his hands had been washed off years ago.
Drenched in sweat, the alchemist was brutally ripped out of the night terror. Eyes flaring open for fear of what lingered in the darkness beneath them, with tears streaming down his cheeks. A great weight on his chest, compressing his lungs, denying his breath. Fingers clenched in fists around scraps of the blankets that covered him until nails dug into his palm. A familiar pain, reminding him that he was indeed alive, he was awake, he was at home.
His mind struggled with itself for a prolonged moment. A part of it wishing to forget the nightmare in an instant, the other searching to uncover those missing bits forgotten by awaking in the most masochistic of ways.
A hand crept onto his shoulder, making Raeyn flinch for a moment before allowing himself to be soothed by the touch, pulled into an embrace where he could catch his breath, calm himself from this attack of pure panic. As air snaked into his lungs as if they missed it's very existence, the alchemist turned over to meet the eyes of Sasha who looked as if he'd seen a ghost, so worried was he. And without much thought, Raeyn buried his face in the man's chest where his tears could be hidden safely like pearls.
W/C: 536
*Boxcode by Allassanachassanya
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