♠ DEAREST DARKNESS / AND COVER ME FROM THE SUN → { eleven }
[VERY ACCIDENTAL VIDEO | PUBLIC | JAPANESE | TRIGGERS FOR SELF-HARM]
[have a shot of Chidori's back. She's kneeling on the ground; her shoulders are hunched, pushed inwards--though it's hard to see from the angle, her hands are curled tight in her lap. Her hair's fallen in front of her face, and she seems to be breathing heavily.
The spear/cross/nail headpiece she tends to wear isn't in place.
A hand drops something to the floor. It's silver. Like that headpiece-- there's something on the tip, red, dark--]
Why won't it...
[Her voice is thin, unsteady--wavering. She's fingering her wrist, sounding... very very very. Out of it.]
It won't go away. Where's Medea...? Medea...!
...No. I shouldn't be here-- this is...!
[A hand flies to her neck--she seems to be pressing the web between her index and thumb against her throat, hand tightening around the flesh. There's a slight gag before she stills, head turning slowly to the camera.
Her eyes widen. Gasping, she lunges on her knees outwards to go to shut off the comm. ... More perceptive watchers might spot slashes on her arms.]
[have a shot of Chidori's back. She's kneeling on the ground; her shoulders are hunched, pushed inwards--though it's hard to see from the angle, her hands are curled tight in her lap. Her hair's fallen in front of her face, and she seems to be breathing heavily.
The spear/cross/nail headpiece she tends to wear isn't in place.
A hand drops something to the floor. It's silver. Like that headpiece-- there's something on the tip, red, dark--]
Why won't it...
[Her voice is thin, unsteady--wavering. She's fingering her wrist, sounding... very very very. Out of it.]
It won't go away. Where's Medea...? Medea...!
...No. I shouldn't be here-- this is...!
[A hand flies to her neck--she seems to be pressing the web between her index and thumb against her throat, hand tightening around the flesh. There's a slight gag before she stills, head turning slowly to the camera.
Her eyes widen. Gasping, she lunges on her knees outwards to go to shut off the comm. ... More perceptive watchers might spot slashes on her arms.]