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genessia2015-04-03 01:30 pm
koishi_komeiji) wrote in genessia2015-04-03 01:30 pm
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[Action/Memory Event] A Silence So Deep...
WHO: Koishi and Anyone
WHAT: Koishi's Memory
WHERE: The Bay, Nova City
WHEN: April 2nd
WARNING!: Blood, dark themes, self-harm, extremely graphic, feels
Lights. There were lights in the water. Swimming. Dipping. weaving... She had to catch one. No easy feat considering how quick they were. She had been heading over to Satsuki's apartment, even getting changed into her uniform to do so. They were going to practice with Satsuki's flight pin but obviously something so new and interesting took priority.
Eventually she had one cornered, gently reaching down and scooping it up along with a great deal of water. Sitting down at the edge, bare feet in the bay, she examined it. Gradually the water drained out between her fingers, the mote of light touching her hand for a moment before dissolving into nothing.
***
"... He walked his path with eyes closed, unable to see the road ahead. He tumbled down into the pit, the worms bored into him, feasting until only a husk remained. His family took the body home and grieved for the mind they would never hear again."
~Unknown
Pain. A sharp vice-like ache that began above her left temple and lanced back over her head, pooling at the top of her spine and spreading around, cutting through flesh and bone and clawing its way up to her crown. It had been getting progressively worse over the week, changing now very suddenly. It was swelling up forcing its way through the precious artery on her left side, trickling down to flood her third eye.
She could hear them now. Like a rising tide, the voices of a thousand minds, the ones she had turned from, beating her down ceaselessly, their psychic presence overwhelming her own.
Her mind was boiling.
Her own cries struggling to be heard over the mental din, she clutched the delicate eye to her chest, turning it. forcing the lids apart. The glow was gone, pupil twitching, sclera red, bloodshot, and swollen. She held it like that, waiting, praying, but it wasn't helping.
Nothing was helping.
Stumbling forward, she heaved, tasting bile. The tile of the kitchen swimming into focus. Each step echoed through her bones as the pain spread, trickling slowly down her spine. She groped along the counter, blind, fingers curling around the handle of a chopping knife. Yanking it free from its wooden stand, steel clattered across the counter as she drew it to the sealed eye. The back edge of the blade caught on the lens nearly displacing it as she pulled hard, a new, physical pain driving itself up the connection into her head.
It didn't stop. She brought the knife down again, point first, her wrist catching on something. A voice was shouting her name, pulling her. It tried to wrench the knife from her grasp. She struggled and fought but the weapon was pulled from her, screaming, thrashing, trying to free her wrists as she was wrestled to the ground and restrained.
An unpleasant numbness was creeping up from deep in the base of her skull. A hole into which her mind was slipping.
Panic became desperation, kicking, wrenching her wrists free from the hands that held them. She ripped at her hair, her hand closing around something above her left temple. A hard pull, a deep sensation as something was uprooted. Pain blossomed in her mind, burning away the numbness, all sensation. Liquid fire poured from the wound and broken artery, steaming on the frigid tile.
Moments later the pain began to drain, flowing steadily from her mind and eye, down her face, staining her clothes, and pooling beneath her. She quieted, sitting there, her eyes closed, wobbling as a pleasant coolness soothed the mental burns. A clarity filled her, managing a weak smile as her form started to waver, falling back, sinking gratefully into silence and stillness.
***
Koishi stumbled back, eye wide and trembling, staring blindly up. Completely visible, she lay there for some time looking physically ill before she unsteadily climbed to her feet. She turned toward the gate and began walking, flying, racing. Into Genessia and then into Fayren, wiping the moisture from her cheeks with the back of her hand. She was going home to Chireiden. To be with her sister.
WHAT: Koishi's Memory
WHERE: The Bay, Nova City
WHEN: April 2nd
WARNING!: Blood, dark themes, self-harm, extremely graphic, feels
Lights. There were lights in the water. Swimming. Dipping. weaving... She had to catch one. No easy feat considering how quick they were. She had been heading over to Satsuki's apartment, even getting changed into her uniform to do so. They were going to practice with Satsuki's flight pin but obviously something so new and interesting took priority.
Eventually she had one cornered, gently reaching down and scooping it up along with a great deal of water. Sitting down at the edge, bare feet in the bay, she examined it. Gradually the water drained out between her fingers, the mote of light touching her hand for a moment before dissolving into nothing.
***
"... He walked his path with eyes closed, unable to see the road ahead. He tumbled down into the pit, the worms bored into him, feasting until only a husk remained. His family took the body home and grieved for the mind they would never hear again."
~Unknown
Pain. A sharp vice-like ache that began above her left temple and lanced back over her head, pooling at the top of her spine and spreading around, cutting through flesh and bone and clawing its way up to her crown. It had been getting progressively worse over the week, changing now very suddenly. It was swelling up forcing its way through the precious artery on her left side, trickling down to flood her third eye.
She could hear them now. Like a rising tide, the voices of a thousand minds, the ones she had turned from, beating her down ceaselessly, their psychic presence overwhelming her own.
Her mind was boiling.
Her own cries struggling to be heard over the mental din, she clutched the delicate eye to her chest, turning it. forcing the lids apart. The glow was gone, pupil twitching, sclera red, bloodshot, and swollen. She held it like that, waiting, praying, but it wasn't helping.
Nothing was helping.
Stumbling forward, she heaved, tasting bile. The tile of the kitchen swimming into focus. Each step echoed through her bones as the pain spread, trickling slowly down her spine. She groped along the counter, blind, fingers curling around the handle of a chopping knife. Yanking it free from its wooden stand, steel clattered across the counter as she drew it to the sealed eye. The back edge of the blade caught on the lens nearly displacing it as she pulled hard, a new, physical pain driving itself up the connection into her head.
It didn't stop. She brought the knife down again, point first, her wrist catching on something. A voice was shouting her name, pulling her. It tried to wrench the knife from her grasp. She struggled and fought but the weapon was pulled from her, screaming, thrashing, trying to free her wrists as she was wrestled to the ground and restrained.
An unpleasant numbness was creeping up from deep in the base of her skull. A hole into which her mind was slipping.
Panic became desperation, kicking, wrenching her wrists free from the hands that held them. She ripped at her hair, her hand closing around something above her left temple. A hard pull, a deep sensation as something was uprooted. Pain blossomed in her mind, burning away the numbness, all sensation. Liquid fire poured from the wound and broken artery, steaming on the frigid tile.
Moments later the pain began to drain, flowing steadily from her mind and eye, down her face, staining her clothes, and pooling beneath her. She quieted, sitting there, her eyes closed, wobbling as a pleasant coolness soothed the mental burns. A clarity filled her, managing a weak smile as her form started to waver, falling back, sinking gratefully into silence and stillness.
***
Koishi stumbled back, eye wide and trembling, staring blindly up. Completely visible, she lay there for some time looking physically ill before she unsteadily climbed to her feet. She turned toward the gate and began walking, flying, racing. Into Genessia and then into Fayren, wiping the moisture from her cheeks with the back of her hand. She was going home to Chireiden. To be with her sister.
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"It's okay. Not many people can fly here it seems..." Her third eye was shaking, open wide, blood still dripping from the corners. "I was going home. Sis is there and I wanted to spend some time with her..." All traces of her cheerful tone were pretty much gone. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve again, sniffing.