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Who: Heine Rammsteiner {stray_gunner ) and Zack Fair (i_love_squats
When: Thursday evening-ish.
Where: Heine's room above the clinic, and possibly over to Zack's place.
Format: Paragraph, past-tense.
What: TRAUMA INDUCED ANGST. And uh. Zack is concerned, de-aging will occur.
Warnings: Angst? Creepy flashbacks, most likely full of gore.
It didn't hurt anymore. It wouldn't, even if he were normal, but then he wasn't, and even the faintest marks from that bite were gone. But he was now curled up next to his bed and only vaguely aware of what was going on around him. He could remember talking to someone on the Forge, but who had it been?
And then he fell back into his memories, a tumult of white rooms and a woman's sharp smile and crushed arms and heads and then her small body crushed to pieces and left on the once pure ground, now stained red and brown.
A strained growl, and then he pressed his hands to his ears as if he could block them out. He couldn't. They were too easy to think of now, in the darkness and silence.
When: Thursday evening-ish.
Where: Heine's room above the clinic, and possibly over to Zack's place.
Format: Paragraph, past-tense.
What: TRAUMA INDUCED ANGST. And uh. Zack is concerned, de-aging will occur.
Warnings: Angst? Creepy flashbacks, most likely full of gore.
It didn't hurt anymore. It wouldn't, even if he were normal, but then he wasn't, and even the faintest marks from that bite were gone. But he was now curled up next to his bed and only vaguely aware of what was going on around him. He could remember talking to someone on the Forge, but who had it been?
And then he fell back into his memories, a tumult of white rooms and a woman's sharp smile and crushed arms and heads and then her small body crushed to pieces and left on the once pure ground, now stained red and brown.
A strained growl, and then he pressed his hands to his ears as if he could block them out. He couldn't. They were too easy to think of now, in the darkness and silence.