three's a charm
Enjooooooy.
Inspiration: “I won’t let this build up inside of me. She isn’t real. I can’t make her real.” - Slipknot ; Vermillion
D a r k n e s s
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I have to tell her…
I have to tell her…
I have to tell her I’m sorry…
I’m sorry I…
I lied…
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“Nyuh…”
Eyes opened. Darkness met. The walls ran up, up, and up into the ceiling that wasn’t seen. The beams cornered her all on sides, suffocating. Cables twisted this way and that, curving, dipping, squeezing. A very faint orange glow at the edge of her vision. The strong, rank scent of blood. She heaved under the pressure.
“Uhh…ugh…”
A feeling in her throat, a dry feeling like sandpaper, she croaked under it. Her eyes, weak and hazy, strained in the dimness around her. She breathed against the floor, felt the cold, hard surface of it just beneath her torso. One hand paw lifted and grasped clawed at it. She whimpered, pained.
“Where…”
White hands reached through the darkness of the room and grasped her cheek, stroking lithe fingers through soft skin fur. They ran along the bridge of her nose, across her forehead and then grasped one ear, playing with it softly. The other continued to cup her cheek. She breathed into those hands, blinking into the shadows above. A pair of bright far too bright eyes gazed back at her, a pale sky blue. She exhaled.
“Don’t struggle.”
She wanted to ask, wondered what was going on. Those white hands continued stroking her though, silencing her and lulling her back into the darkness that threatened to consume her. She feebly struggled against the need to sleep. She failed to do so.
“It won’t hurt.”
Such soft words, she could trust them right?
Don’t…
With the last bit of her strength, she fought once more against the lull. Those blue eyes coaxed her, pled with her to sleep. She whined please no.
Leave…
One white hand, another cable here; she yelped softly against the strain. It wasn’t supposed to hurt.
Me…
Those blue eyes swam above her, still so utterly sweet and so utterly bright. She succumbed to them, cried when those hands left. Even as the blackness began creeping from the corners of her vision, she listened. A sorrowful tune, singing in the distance; it was calling to her.
Behind…
In the single window, the single light that lit when the orange glow faded away, the moon was full and clear. As the last bits of her strength ebbed and she fell into sleep, her eyes never strayed from that window. She murmured softly.
“The moon…it looks so…beautiful.”
Natsuki…
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These drabbles are conspiring against me I swear! :o This is beginning to look as if it has some semblance of a plot!
Inspiration: “I won’t let this build up inside of me. She isn’t real. I can’t make her real.” - Slipknot ; Vermillion
D a r k n e s s
- - -
I have to tell her…
I have to tell her…
I have to tell her I’m sorry…
I’m sorry I…
I lied…
- - -
“Nyuh…”
Eyes opened. Darkness met. The walls ran up, up, and up into the ceiling that wasn’t seen. The beams cornered her all on sides, suffocating. Cables twisted this way and that, curving, dipping, squeezing. A very faint orange glow at the edge of her vision. The strong, rank scent of blood. She heaved under the pressure.
“Uhh…ugh…”
A feeling in her throat, a dry feeling like sandpaper, she croaked under it. Her eyes, weak and hazy, strained in the dimness around her. She breathed against the floor, felt the cold, hard surface of it just beneath her torso. One hand paw lifted and grasped clawed at it. She whimpered, pained.
“Where…”
White hands reached through the darkness of the room and grasped her cheek, stroking lithe fingers through soft skin fur. They ran along the bridge of her nose, across her forehead and then grasped one ear, playing with it softly. The other continued to cup her cheek. She breathed into those hands, blinking into the shadows above. A pair of bright far too bright eyes gazed back at her, a pale sky blue. She exhaled.
“Don’t struggle.”
She wanted to ask, wondered what was going on. Those white hands continued stroking her though, silencing her and lulling her back into the darkness that threatened to consume her. She feebly struggled against the need to sleep. She failed to do so.
“It won’t hurt.”
Such soft words, she could trust them right?
Don’t…
With the last bit of her strength, she fought once more against the lull. Those blue eyes coaxed her, pled with her to sleep. She whined please no.
Leave…
One white hand, another cable here; she yelped softly against the strain. It wasn’t supposed to hurt.
Me…
Those blue eyes swam above her, still so utterly sweet and so utterly bright. She succumbed to them, cried when those hands left. Even as the blackness began creeping from the corners of her vision, she listened. A sorrowful tune, singing in the distance; it was calling to her.
Behind…
In the single window, the single light that lit when the orange glow faded away, the moon was full and clear. As the last bits of her strength ebbed and she fell into sleep, her eyes never strayed from that window. She murmured softly.
“The moon…it looks so…beautiful.”
Natsuki…
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These drabbles are conspiring against me I swear! :o This is beginning to look as if it has some semblance of a plot!