♠ Dream ♠ [15]
Warnings: none? should be. also no I don't know what this is either akjhdf
Effects: cold. just cold, to the point of being numb.
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At first there's nothing. Nothing but darkness, and if one squints, the occasional glimmer. This goes on for a while until the glimmers seem to become brighter. It's clear that that in addition to darkness there's water, stretching everywhere without end, and as that glimmer grows to a tiny beam of sweeping light, bodies become visible, too-heaped, floating, unmoving.
Mostly.
She's lying on her back on a board that floats in the water, and if it weren't for the occasional flutter of her eyelashes or the movement of her lips, she'd seem dead. The light catches her face; she turns towards it, just tilting her head so her cheek lies against the plank, blinking as a faint voice echoes over the water.
"Hey."
Her voice is a croak, barely audible as she forces it from her throat. She turns, resting her weight more on her side as a hand shifts to rest on another's lying next to her on that board and shaking it.
"Hey, we gotta get up-there's a boat-"
Her voice is still weak and croaking, but she's shaking the other person hard now. Though his legs are underwater, his arms across the plank are keeping his torso clear; but he's facedown on the wood and unresponsive to her urgings.
"Look at me, come on. Move..."
Still shaking. Still no response. Her breath begins puffing out as she sobs dryly, unable to cry as dehydrated as she is. She rests her head again, closer to his, and watches the boat as it rows by in the dark water, passing them by.
"Come back..."
It's hardly louder than a whisper, as loud as she can get it then, and those in the boat certainly haven't heard it. She shuts her eyes in frustration and tries again, voice cracking this time with the effort of speaking more loudly: "Come back! Come back... come back... come back...!" But the boat continues on, unable to hear a word.
"HALLOOOOO? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?"
"I can!" she croaks, trying to lift herself up. "Come back!" But it's no use; she still can only speak barely above a whisper and there's no way the people can hear her. The person lying with her still isn't moving, his skin cold against hers even though she tries to hold him close. "Come back!"
And then she remembers the whistles. Somehow she fumbles with numb fingers for the chain around his neck, pulling the small plastic whistle towards her and giving first one weak blow, then one louder, then another. The people in the row boat turn back; she drops the whistle, still grasping his hands.
"They're coming for us," she whispers. "It's okay now, come on... I'm not letting you go, I'm not leaving you here. I'll never let go, I promise."
And she keeps repeating that to him, urging him to open his eyes, as the flashlights finally land on them and the rescuers come to pull her out, pull her away as she tries to hold on, arguing that she promised she'd never let go what part of that didn't they get; but she doesn't have the strength or mobility to struggle enough as they pull her away and Tamaki, face upturned, sinks slowly into the depths of the water.
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Effects: cold. just cold, to the point of being numb.
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At first there's nothing. Nothing but darkness, and if one squints, the occasional glimmer. This goes on for a while until the glimmers seem to become brighter. It's clear that that in addition to darkness there's water, stretching everywhere without end, and as that glimmer grows to a tiny beam of sweeping light, bodies become visible, too-heaped, floating, unmoving.
Mostly.
She's lying on her back on a board that floats in the water, and if it weren't for the occasional flutter of her eyelashes or the movement of her lips, she'd seem dead. The light catches her face; she turns towards it, just tilting her head so her cheek lies against the plank, blinking as a faint voice echoes over the water.
"Hey."
Her voice is a croak, barely audible as she forces it from her throat. She turns, resting her weight more on her side as a hand shifts to rest on another's lying next to her on that board and shaking it.
"Hey, we gotta get up-there's a boat-"
Her voice is still weak and croaking, but she's shaking the other person hard now. Though his legs are underwater, his arms across the plank are keeping his torso clear; but he's facedown on the wood and unresponsive to her urgings.
"Look at me, come on. Move..."
Still shaking. Still no response. Her breath begins puffing out as she sobs dryly, unable to cry as dehydrated as she is. She rests her head again, closer to his, and watches the boat as it rows by in the dark water, passing them by.
"Come back..."
It's hardly louder than a whisper, as loud as she can get it then, and those in the boat certainly haven't heard it. She shuts her eyes in frustration and tries again, voice cracking this time with the effort of speaking more loudly: "Come back! Come back... come back... come back...!" But the boat continues on, unable to hear a word.
"HALLOOOOO? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?"
"I can!" she croaks, trying to lift herself up. "Come back!" But it's no use; she still can only speak barely above a whisper and there's no way the people can hear her. The person lying with her still isn't moving, his skin cold against hers even though she tries to hold him close. "Come back!"
And then she remembers the whistles. Somehow she fumbles with numb fingers for the chain around his neck, pulling the small plastic whistle towards her and giving first one weak blow, then one louder, then another. The people in the row boat turn back; she drops the whistle, still grasping his hands.
"They're coming for us," she whispers. "It's okay now, come on... I'm not letting you go, I'm not leaving you here. I'll never let go, I promise."
And she keeps repeating that to him, urging him to open his eyes, as the flashlights finally land on them and the rescuers come to pull her out, pull her away as she tries to hold on, arguing that she promised she'd never let go what part of that didn't they get; but she doesn't have the strength or mobility to struggle enough as they pull her away and Tamaki, face upturned, sinks slowly into the depths of the water.
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