mental link; goodnight sweet fuckboy

[sistershoggoth]

[ 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. ]

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[perroquet]

[ Annie administers the serum with surprising deftness, and he listens as she twists the syringe into place with a few clicks. A few seconds pass, and as he feels the stranger's body ease under his spell, he ceases concentration and ends it.

She stands, and he lets out a sigh he didn't realize he was holding in. ]

Annie, I-... yes. I suppose we better.

[ A few taps to the ground send vibrations that tell him their unfortunate passerby is still breathing, put to sleep by the injection. It also shows him where Annie's scarves are, and he moves to where they were tossed, bending to pick them up for her. He shakes off the dust and wordlessly offers them. ]

[sistershoggoth]

[ She takes back her hood without a word, pulling it on without a complaint, and offers her arm out to Gil again just as silently, ready to lead him back to camp. She says nothing, feels nothing, for the walk back to the others. It's only when she's taken him back to a more familiar and populated place and is slipping her arm from his that she offers, ]

( Thanks for trying. )

[perroquet]

[ He takes her arm and waves his violin away, willing it back to the pocket dimension where it's safe from any more prying alien eyes. The walk back to camp is worse than before, when her mood was still lonesome and brooding. Now there is nothing. It isn't either of their faults things turned out the way they did, yet a pervasive sense of guilt hangs heavy where his good intentions once where. Guilt for her and the stranger.

She thanks him, and he doesn't say he's sorry or she's welcome. Imagines she'd punch his shoulder again, or worse, say nothing and retire for the night. So instead he leans down to kiss her head. Damn the scarves and veils, he does it anyway. ]

( Goodnight, Annie. Please take care. )

[ And he slowly heads back into the camp, feeling his way towards their designated tents. ]