Dream #01
It's...warm. And dark. And altogether indescribable. A soothing ocean of darkness, undulating gently around him. Ryoji himself seems to be without form, a shapeless mass in the folds of nothingness.
There's a feeling of safety, of...not love, precisely. A strange fondness. A feeling of ownership. Not from Ryoji. From the endless shadow around him.
Then, abruptly, that feeling is ripped away, and he is thrust into a blinding, harsh, cold light. Confusion. Fear. Anger. A multitude of emotions that culminate in a loud, shrill, inhuman scream...
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*Ryoji jerks awake. He'd fallen asleep on one of the pews, it looks like, his scarf tucked under him as a sort of pillow. He looks confused for a minute before stretching and yawning, brushing his slightly messy hair back.*
There's a feeling of safety, of...not love, precisely. A strange fondness. A feeling of ownership. Not from Ryoji. From the endless shadow around him.
Then, abruptly, that feeling is ripped away, and he is thrust into a blinding, harsh, cold light. Confusion. Fear. Anger. A multitude of emotions that culminate in a loud, shrill, inhuman scream...
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*Ryoji jerks awake. He'd fallen asleep on one of the pews, it looks like, his scarf tucked under him as a sort of pillow. He looks confused for a minute before stretching and yawning, brushing his slightly messy hair back.*