language of smoke ; kr v. cs / day five
Mar 25, 2021 11:06:05 GMT -5
Post by d7f amber bosch ๐ฟ tris on Mar 25, 2021 11:06:05 GMT -5
kyler
petralia
"Please," spoken like a prayer.
There's a swell of wind, and dark smoke. The world around them takes a long inhale, and he listens to it. The distorted voice across the clearing, the way Reagan's breathing has become labored, the endless drumming of his heart in his chest. He'd trade the sound of it for just one more moment of hearing her be okay. Not in pain.
Not like this.
Here's the bad part: it's not working. The bullets keep firing, and they keep striking the person he wants so desperately to save โ and he watches, and his resentment for himself keeps on building. The grave has already been dug, so what's the point of stopping now? There's a terrible thought in his head. The one he's been replaying over and over.
'I have to throw another soul down into that darkness.'
He holds his gun like a lifeline, like it belongs to her. If it would make them stop, he'd press the barrel to his own head and pull the trigger โ but then what would that achieve? He has to hope. Has to hope for an awful thing to happen to someone innocent. Someone who can't be innocent if he's ever meant to have a good night's sleep again.
What even is that? What's it like to know peace?
"Fuck you!" His voice is raw as he shouts at his enemy across the field. The one that always has a reply, but never the right one. "I haven'tโ" and he's about to say he hasn't killed anyone yet, and yes, he's so fucking proud of that. But then he blinks, and realizes what he's doing, and what needs to happen. He swallows hard.
"No. I didn't kill Syren."
He wants to be cruel again. Wants to say, 'but I will kill your friend.' But that didn't work the first time he tried. Reagan is still taking all the damage. So now he just feels sad, and tired, and so fucking useless. He wants it to stop, in a way that he knows it never will. Take one enemy down, and what are you left with?
Suffering has many roots. You can't cut them all.
But, fuck, he wants to try. He has to.
There's a swell of wind, and dark smoke. The world around them takes a long inhale, and he listens to it. The distorted voice across the clearing, the way Reagan's breathing has become labored, the endless drumming of his heart in his chest. He'd trade the sound of it for just one more moment of hearing her be okay. Not in pain.
Not like this.
Here's the bad part: it's not working. The bullets keep firing, and they keep striking the person he wants so desperately to save โ and he watches, and his resentment for himself keeps on building. The grave has already been dug, so what's the point of stopping now? There's a terrible thought in his head. The one he's been replaying over and over.
'I have to throw another soul down into that darkness.'
He holds his gun like a lifeline, like it belongs to her. If it would make them stop, he'd press the barrel to his own head and pull the trigger โ but then what would that achieve? He has to hope. Has to hope for an awful thing to happen to someone innocent. Someone who can't be innocent if he's ever meant to have a good night's sleep again.
What even is that? What's it like to know peace?
"Fuck you!" His voice is raw as he shouts at his enemy across the field. The one that always has a reply, but never the right one. "I haven'tโ" and he's about to say he hasn't killed anyone yet, and yes, he's so fucking proud of that. But then he blinks, and realizes what he's doing, and what needs to happen. He swallows hard.
"No. I didn't kill Syren."
He wants to be cruel again. Wants to say, 'but I will kill your friend.' But that didn't work the first time he tried. Reagan is still taking all the damage. So now he just feels sad, and tired, and so fucking useless. He wants it to stop, in a way that he knows it never will. Take one enemy down, and what are you left with?
Suffering has many roots. You can't cut them all.
But, fuck, he wants to try. He has to.
For her.
kyler attacks sin ; revolver #2 bullet 4/5
7y1Er|OWpAthrowing knife
Bullet Deep in Stomach -- 9.0 damage / +1 target practice
throwing knife7y1Er|OWpAthrowing knife
Bullet Deep in Stomach -- 9.0 damage / +1 target practice