5 | Surreality, In Context.
[a memory.
it's London, 1892. the newspaper in your hands says so. it's a deserted street. the lamp flickers overhead, about to die out. a carriage hurtles by, the horse is scared shitless, the driver is yelling obscenities, the passenger is screaming.
somewhere in the distance, in the direction the carriage came from, a sword glints, and the ground shatters]
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Post- this thread, continuing from the above comment.
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[one less spectator to hear him screaming as he relives his death, being hacked to pieces over and over until he can no longer regenerate, until he can no longer breathe--
he wakes in the kitchen he'd fallen asleep in, immediately shattering the glass of water in his hands. a second of blank thoughts, and he shoves away from the table, knocking the rest of the pills from the surface as he stumbles towards the general direction of his world's Lavi's room.
please let him be in there]
it's London, 1892. the newspaper in your hands says so. it's a deserted street. the lamp flickers overhead, about to die out. a carriage hurtles by, the horse is scared shitless, the driver is yelling obscenities, the passenger is screaming.
somewhere in the distance, in the direction the carriage came from, a sword glints, and the ground shatters]
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Post- this thread, continuing from the above comment.
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[one less spectator to hear him screaming as he relives his death, being hacked to pieces over and over until he can no longer regenerate, until he can no longer breathe--
he wakes in the kitchen he'd fallen asleep in, immediately shattering the glass of water in his hands. a second of blank thoughts, and he shoves away from the table, knocking the rest of the pills from the surface as he stumbles towards the general direction of his world's Lavi's room.
please let him be in there]