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station722017-09-22 10:50 am
sistershoggoth) wrote in station722017-09-22 10:50 am
mental link; goodnight sweet fuckboy
[ Nyx Ulric slipping from her grasp is like a sun blinking out, her skyline gone suddenly dark, her world gone suddenly cold. It knifes through her, and after a moment of shocked, numb, silence: she starts the vibrate. An earthquake of anger and pain, electricity crackling off of her as her thoughts explode outward.
To call the noise echoing out of her any kind of language would be a gross exaggeration, it is merely a series of ocean's deep lamentations, reverberating throughout the immensity of her. Up from the magma at her core, through the cavernous, lightless space that is her consciousness beyond the shell of She. ]
( Fucking--W͙͇͕̠͈̅ͭi̺̟̩̼͙̮̞̎ͮ̉ͪ̆ͨ͟ț̰̙͌͡h̢̯̹̃ͮ̈́o̩̼̟͚͍̾̔̃͆u͆̊ͤ̾̏t͕͎̞̳̙̙͔̓ͫ̒ ͔͋̐̿̓̊ͩ͛l̮̝̘̼ͩ́i͕̰̠ͦ̐͢g̘̬̺̜̓h̲͖͇̜͇͓͓̊̒͛t͈͉͈̹̫͖ͤ̔͒̍͊ ̠̤̫̄̈́ͯͣͦw͙̺̯̰̔͆̊͗̐̊̍i̻̽̋t͐̓̀̉̿ͮ͐ḧ̰̲̲̼́̒ͥͪ̋ͯ̈͜o̩ͮut̐ͦ̂ͭ̈͘ ̰̝̪̹̩͔̱̃͛͌͋̈́̀h̴̝ͯ̎ͥͯḛ̪̤̫͚ͅͅa̱̦̩͔̺̪ͪ͊̓͗̊ͅtͬ͛̓͌̇̓͜ Son of a cunt-fucking maggot-- S̲̜͈̜̲u̱f̨̥̥̳͍͖̝͈f̵͇̪̼̝͎e̡͕̫̯r҉͕̪͎̹͎ Don't you dare leave me with this, L͖͍̝̠̝͎̾͛ͤo͉̘̖͚͉̳͋̎̍̂ͅś̝ṥ̤̗̊ͤ͗̑͘ you worthless-- Fuck. C̢̩̝̳̫͖̗̆o̖̰͍̱ͨ̃͡m̴͍̫̤̰͓͓̠̋͂͊ͮ̑̆̚ë͖̟̩͙̻̦̬́̆̽ ̬̯̓̅ͮ̽͑b͖̣̒͌͂ͣ͘ả̶͖̮̂̔̂̓̍̒ͅc̝͍̼̩̻̒k̮̤̪̺̋̓̓̈́-- Don't come back, don't come-- A̴̪̯̭̯͓ͦ̾͋̍̔̾̚b̜͘s͗͋ͤͫ͊̀ơ̙̙͔͚̼̹ͦͨ̓̉r̸ͥ̐͛̿̌ͨb̻̥͇̝̊̀̈ͪͭ ̨̲̥́ͭͣͫt̙ͦͩ̏h͎ͬ̚ẽ̱͉͕̥̮̂ͅ ̇̉͗͗bͥ̅͋ͧ̎̂͟o͙ͤͥ̈ͤͣn̰̮͙͓̥͈̞ͩ̍̓͂͋̓e̶̻̋̀͛s̻͔̭̜̽ͨͅ. Fuck.
Fuck fuck-- )
[ Dripping colors and fury, a base shaken. ]
( Nyx. Ņ̘̩͖̙̪͓̔ͮ͋ͤͣͮy̶͎͑̾́ͪ̾x̦̹̳̱ͮ́̋̿̆̃̀͘. Nyx. )
[ ...It takes its time, but eventually her wounded presence slithers off, a poisonous trail of brack and blood in its wake. ]
[ Somewhere in the physical world, she shows little of her internal distress. Still as stone in her robes staring out into the distance, jaw grit, fists clenched. ]
To call the noise echoing out of her any kind of language would be a gross exaggeration, it is merely a series of ocean's deep lamentations, reverberating throughout the immensity of her. Up from the magma at her core, through the cavernous, lightless space that is her consciousness beyond the shell of She. ]
( Fucking--W͙͇͕̠͈̅ͭi̺̟̩̼͙̮̞̎ͮ̉ͪ̆ͨ͟ț̰̙͌͡h̢̯̹̃ͮ̈́o̩̼̟͚͍̾̔̃͆u͆̊ͤ̾̏t͕͎̞̳̙̙͔̓ͫ̒ ͔͋̐̿̓̊ͩ͛l̮̝̘̼ͩ́i͕̰̠ͦ̐͢g̘̬̺̜̓h̲͖͇̜͇͓͓̊̒͛t͈͉͈̹̫͖ͤ̔͒̍͊ ̠̤̫̄̈́ͯͣͦw͙̺̯̰̔͆̊͗̐̊̍i̻̽̋t͐̓̀̉̿ͮ͐ḧ̰̲̲̼́̒ͥͪ̋ͯ̈͜o̩ͮut̐ͦ̂ͭ̈͘ ̰̝̪̹̩͔̱̃͛͌͋̈́̀h̴̝ͯ̎ͥͯḛ̪̤̫͚ͅͅa̱̦̩͔̺̪ͪ͊̓͗̊ͅtͬ͛̓͌̇̓͜ Son of a cunt-fucking maggot-- S̲̜͈̜̲u̱f̨̥̥̳͍͖̝͈f̵͇̪̼̝͎e̡͕̫̯r҉͕̪͎̹͎ Don't you dare leave me with this, L͖͍̝̠̝͎̾͛ͤo͉̘̖͚͉̳͋̎̍̂ͅś̝ṥ̤̗̊ͤ͗̑͘ you worthless-- Fuck. C̢̩̝̳̫͖̗̆o̖̰͍̱ͨ̃͡m̴͍̫̤̰͓͓̠̋͂͊ͮ̑̆̚ë͖̟̩͙̻̦̬́̆̽ ̬̯̓̅ͮ̽͑b͖̣̒͌͂ͣ͘ả̶͖̮̂̔̂̓̍̒ͅc̝͍̼̩̻̒k̮̤̪̺̋̓̓̈́-- Don't come back, don't come-- A̴̪̯̭̯͓ͦ̾͋̍̔̾̚b̜͘s͗͋ͤͫ͊̀ơ̙̙͔͚̼̹ͦͨ̓̉r̸ͥ̐͛̿̌ͨb̻̥͇̝̊̀̈ͪͭ ̨̲̥́ͭͣͫt̙ͦͩ̏h͎ͬ̚ẽ̱͉͕̥̮̂ͅ ̇̉͗͗bͥ̅͋ͧ̎̂͟o͙ͤͥ̈ͤͣn̰̮͙͓̥͈̞ͩ̍̓͂͋̓e̶̻̋̀͛s̻͔̭̜̽ͨͅ. Fuck.
Fuck fuck-- )
[ Dripping colors and fury, a base shaken. ]
( Nyx. Ņ̘̩͖̙̪͓̔ͮ͋ͤͣͮy̶͎͑̾́ͪ̾x̦̹̳̱ͮ́̋̿̆̃̀͘. Nyx. )
[ ...It takes its time, but eventually her wounded presence slithers off, a poisonous trail of brack and blood in its wake. ]
[ Somewhere in the physical world, she shows little of her internal distress. Still as stone in her robes staring out into the distance, jaw grit, fists clenched. ]
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Shit… [He echoes her sentiment, low and hot. A hand comes to his face, pressing against his forehead.]
What was… what…
[What was that, he wants to ask, but there’s no point. He needs a minute before he can even open his eyes. He can still feel the remnants of sorrow and want and everything, latched into him like so many little hooks, pulling at his skin.]
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The junkie psychobitch strikes again. Hadn't she warned him?
Her head reels, the throbbing dissonance between her mounting self-disgust and the lingering, bittersweet taste of Noctis is smothering. She'll just eat anything that gets close to her, won't she.
Her tongue is thick in her mouth, her pain numb and distant through the euphoria of being so so close. She continues to shiver. She wants to finish what she started. She wants to run out of this tent and never look back. She wants to claw off her skin, claw out his eyes.
She mumbles something entirely incomprehensible, utter incoherent gibberish. Apologies or excuses or accusations. She doesn't know, it doesn't matter, the words escape her. Even her thoughts are formless, nothing but liquid and strobing lights. Finally, all she really whittles it down to is a low, piteous, ]
Fuck.
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S-sorry.
[That's all he can hiss out. Sorry that he tempted her, sorry that he latched onto her and it allowed it for longer than he should have. Sorry that she feels this way now, sorry that they both had lost Nyx and made them a shivering mess in a tent together. Just sorry.
He tries to form words, and by some way of miracle they actually come together to make a sentence.]
I shouldn't have... cried.
[A laughable statement, but for some reason he feels that was the crux. That was the tipping point, where everything cracked beneath their feet and they both fell through to the bottom.
Noctis tries to push himself up to his feet, slowly. It starts with a crouch first, and he'll stay like that for a second or two to get his bearings before he becomes more ambitious. He thinks that maybe if he steps away, it'll help.]
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Fuck!
[ What the fuck did she do. What the fuck did she do. She scrabbles to her feet so much more quickly than he did, the room swaying around her, but fuck if she isn't the most functional drunk you've ever met. She hisses at him, furious, ]
Don't you fucking dare. Don't fucking apologize to me. I warned you. I told you that I couldn't be fucking trusted. But you-- you-- you-- had to fucking insist that it would be fine.
[ It's not fine. She's going to blow this whole fucking mission spiraling out of control. She feels out of her mind with anxiety that's bordering on claustrophobia. ]
You. Fuck. Sit down and just fucking stay here.
[ Because she's the one who's going to leave, create that space so they can breathe again. ]
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It's a piteous attempt at a reply, what he says next. Swaying on his own feet, as if he were trying to balance on water.]
It's a two-way street, Annie. I should've... known better.
[Known better than to have given into this blasted sorrow so easily, to have been the trigger for something that Annie didn't need to deal with. He's made it worse and he feels awful about it, and that's before he feels the swirling of her presence still caught in his own mind.]
No, I'm- I'm leaving.
[Watch as he makes a sorry attempt to grasp at his own hood, discarded on the floor nearby, so he can get some night air. How he's going to manage to even put it on properly is a mystery, but he'll figure it out, one painfully long second at a time. Stubborn as always.]
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Fine! Whatever. Get the fuck out. Eat shit, I don't care.
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The night, the moon, the space afforded by the outdoors, it'll clear his head. Calm them both down, maybe. He'll have to check on her later, but all he wants to do is just leave, like she tells him to.
So he does, wordlessly. Exiting the tent, met with the dark again.]