θ 20
[anxiously, he paces back and forth somewhere very deep in the forest, his movement somewhat twitchy, like even his own body can't decide what state of mood it's in. if anyone had happened upon him the day before, they would've met a far different man than the one shown on the sphere now. that man had been meditating in his shelter, tuning out the world as best as his abilities would allow him to, though a few voices managed to disturb this relaxed state of mind, and since then, he hasn't been able to concentrate at all.]
[in fact, he hasn't stopped moving since he did his favour for Oliver the day before, and never mind sleep. he doesn't really sleep as it is; doesn't need to. the voices and shadows would simply follow him into his restless slumber, as they have only grown stronger as time has passed.]
[suddenly he grips his head and covers his ears as he collapses to the ground, wincing in pain. despite blocking out all sound surrounding him, he can still hear those countless blood-curdling screams and jeering wails in his mind:
"Doctooooooor!"
"If I only had a few more minutes... How come you didn't save me? There was still time!"
"Why'd you let me die, Doctor?"
a cry escapes his lips as he says something unintelligible through gritted teeth, and he's left panting, his hearts beating loud and fast in his chest.]
Go away...
[something out of the corner of his eye moves, darting behind a tree. and then another, and another and more still, all the shapes different from the next and so very familiar to him. he clenches his hands into fists, blunt nails digging into his palms as he feels his anger rising. in a low, dangerous voice, he growls:]
Ohhhh, you've chosen the wrong man to fool around with. Go away, all of you! You're dead and gone and I've done my mourning for you!
[he finally notices the sphere and his features flicker between surprise and complete vexation, before settling on a forced neutral expression]
Don't...give in to all of this. [there's a hint of desperation in his voice now as he rubs his temples.] All of you have to fight it. You can't give in!
[in fact, he hasn't stopped moving since he did his favour for Oliver the day before, and never mind sleep. he doesn't really sleep as it is; doesn't need to. the voices and shadows would simply follow him into his restless slumber, as they have only grown stronger as time has passed.]
[suddenly he grips his head and covers his ears as he collapses to the ground, wincing in pain. despite blocking out all sound surrounding him, he can still hear those countless blood-curdling screams and jeering wails in his mind:
"Doctooooooor!"
"If I only had a few more minutes... How come you didn't save me? There was still time!"
"Why'd you let me die, Doctor?"
a cry escapes his lips as he says something unintelligible through gritted teeth, and he's left panting, his hearts beating loud and fast in his chest.]
Go away...
[something out of the corner of his eye moves, darting behind a tree. and then another, and another and more still, all the shapes different from the next and so very familiar to him. he clenches his hands into fists, blunt nails digging into his palms as he feels his anger rising. in a low, dangerous voice, he growls:]
Ohhhh, you've chosen the wrong man to fool around with. Go away, all of you! You're dead and gone and I've done my mourning for you!
[he finally notices the sphere and his features flicker between surprise and complete vexation, before settling on a forced neutral expression]
Don't...give in to all of this. [there's a hint of desperation in his voice now as he rubs his temples.] All of you have to fight it. You can't give in!