018. Haze -KHR- Chrome [Drabble]
Haze
Chrome-centric; Spade (287 words, Horror)
It is not Mukuro-sama in her head
A/N: My take on the mental takeover in Chrome's mind.
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She’s ankle deep in clear liquid, almost too surreal and smooth to be called mere water. It ripples as she walks and doesn’t splash like normal water- it just waves fluidly back into place. She doesn’t know where she is, and it definitely isn’t the meadow pasture when she converges with Mukuro-sama.
The liquid is cold but in a comforting, calming way. It sends tingles up her legs and down her arms to her fingertips. She flexes her fingers and they were perfectly fine. Her breathing is too calm and deep -as if she was asleep but she wasn’t, almost making it too heavy against her chest.
There’s a pale blue fog around her, cold and encompassing. She is not wearing her eye patch- it’s as if she still has both of her eyes. The haze is intoxicating, makes her shoulders sag and her eyes un-focus and almost rolls up into her head. She teeters back, teeters forward and finds her knees in the liquid now. Her submerged hands keep her up.
She’s tired, as if she was fending off from sickness that invaded her nonexistent circulative system. It feels like there is a weight on her back and her elbows tuck in towards as the strength to hold herself up begins to fade.
When she sighs, nearly succumbing to sleepiness and calmness, she feels something (someone) warm against her back. It is nearly comforting until an icy hand covers her eyes and a hot breath touches her ear.
“You’re mine now,” a low, velvet smooth voice whispers in her ear.
And as she leans her head into the liquid, Chrome doesn’t have the voice to scream when she realizes- it is not Mukuro-sama in her head.
End.
Chrome-centric; Spade (287 words, Horror)
It is not Mukuro-sama in her head
A/N: My take on the mental takeover in Chrome's mind.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________
She’s ankle deep in clear liquid, almost too surreal and smooth to be called mere water. It ripples as she walks and doesn’t splash like normal water- it just waves fluidly back into place. She doesn’t know where she is, and it definitely isn’t the meadow pasture when she converges with Mukuro-sama.
The liquid is cold but in a comforting, calming way. It sends tingles up her legs and down her arms to her fingertips. She flexes her fingers and they were perfectly fine. Her breathing is too calm and deep -as if she was asleep but she wasn’t, almost making it too heavy against her chest.
There’s a pale blue fog around her, cold and encompassing. She is not wearing her eye patch- it’s as if she still has both of her eyes. The haze is intoxicating, makes her shoulders sag and her eyes un-focus and almost rolls up into her head. She teeters back, teeters forward and finds her knees in the liquid now. Her submerged hands keep her up.
She’s tired, as if she was fending off from sickness that invaded her nonexistent circulative system. It feels like there is a weight on her back and her elbows tuck in towards as the strength to hold herself up begins to fade.
When she sighs, nearly succumbing to sleepiness and calmness, she feels something (someone) warm against her back. It is nearly comforting until an icy hand covers her eyes and a hot breath touches her ear.
“You’re mine now,” a low, velvet smooth voice whispers in her ear.
And as she leans her head into the liquid, Chrome doesn’t have the voice to scream when she realizes- it is not Mukuro-sama in her head.
End.