like old friends. { pc vs ss } day four.
Aug 4, 2017 0:15:10 GMT -5
Post by kousei ♚ on Aug 4, 2017 0:15:10 GMT -5
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R e e
I need a sign or a signal
I've overthought everything I can think of
Into symbol
I need the coat and your jacket
And the remnants of your cigarette packet
I've overthought everything I can think of
Into symbol
I need the coat and your jacket
And the remnants of your cigarette packet
Barbed ferocity meets thin air and the internal silence that follows is deafening.
I blame it on a spasm of muscle brought on by the reality of withdrawal and desperation, I barely resist the urge to fall face first into the sand and swallow dirt and spit false hope. I could see it now, tumbling to the ground and splitting my skin in the sand while waiting for a flash of silver followed by death's embrace. I can't find my foothold in this mountain, I cannot climb without Clem. We're useless without Clem.
(And I'm useless without angel dust.)
I stumble forwards, sticking the bloodied point of my spear into the ground and gritting my teeth. "Shit," a harsh mutter beneath my breath, colors glazing over my peripherals, Titus' bloodied bat narrowly avoiding Emberly's figure -- we're all falling here.
Reality, it's no longer hidden behind rainbow clouds and factory smoke, it sends waves of panic running through my tired veins and shaking muscles. This isn't right, a lack of smoke in the cracks within my decayed lungs, the skint taste of euphoria passing over my tongue; this ain't right. Titus Seraphim shouldn't be bringing a bloodied bat towards Emberly's vulnerable skin and the threat of Raquel's cannon should not be held high above our heads, carried on the shoulders of Kaiser Fray.
We should be back in that picture, just us.
I train my eyes on the sand, preparing my skin for waves of pain that can only be brought on by the steel lick of their blades running my flesh red but instead Raquel's skin splits open again and again beneath the pressure of the blades from the polarized and her sounds of pain make my blood curdle.
Salt water, crimson streams -- Clem's cannon is left to reverberate through the corners of my mind on repeat.
(should've could've would've done more)
I spot Raquel, breathing heavy, and I spot Titus' bloodied weapon almost make contact with Emberly's skin; tragedy only seems to come in pairs it seems and my caged heart only races with the incomplete rhythm of panic and despair. Day three, twenty four hours prior, and Clementina's cannon rings true and the flower petals fall from her chest once more. I know it'll take more than a blunt and a euphoric fantasy to beat the death I thought I could never leave behind.
Clem's gone -- I have to be better than she was.
I drag my spear from the ground and grit my teeth, lurching forwards as I lunge to pierce the red smokescreen that leaves me blinded by fear.
[ree fer attacks lace eon; spear]
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[3186 -- Stabbed in Forearm -- 8.5 damage]
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[3186 -- Stabbed in Forearm -- 8.5 damage]
