Hitomi ☆ 001
Who: Hitomi Kanzaki and somarium~
Where: Espoir
Style: Starting in third, continuing on whatever you want.
Status: Oh so very open.
"Van!"
She hadn't been supposed to fall asleep. She didn't even know how she'd managed it, not now.
Van had been - he'd been screaming. His screams had been tortured and terrible and torn by gasps for breath, the kind of cries she had only ever heard in her nightmares. Screams and the heavy, metallic scent of blood and Merle clinging to her like she was the only thing in the world she could still be sure of and you should get some rest, someone had told her, and she'd protested and tried to argue, I'm not tired--
But she must have slept anyway and she didn't even know how she could have, and now? Now, waking with a cry, she had found herself here and where, oh where was that? Dusty streets, half-timbered cottages, corn waving in the sun: she would have assumed she was on Gaea if it hadn't been for the sight of the sun reflecting on the widows of concrete-and-steel office towers in the middle distance and what, Hitomi wondered, staring at them wide-eyed, did that even mean? Where - she was scrambling to her feet now, casting about herself for anyone or anything familiar and finding nothing, nothing at all - in the world was she, where were the others, what was happening to her? She couldn't have left them now! Not while Van was--
(Not that.)
Hitomi recoiled from the thought, disowning it. No. No, that wasn't it! He couldn't be-- something like that could never have-- No.
Don't panic, she counseled herself, screwing her eyes shut, drawing a deep breath: you can't afford to panic now, keep calm. There had to be an explanation for this, didn't there? She'd got here, wherever here was, somehow - which meant if there was a way to it, then there had to be a way back. It was all just a matter of finding it.
Where: Espoir
Style: Starting in third, continuing on whatever you want.
Status: Oh so very open.
"Van!"
She hadn't been supposed to fall asleep. She didn't even know how she'd managed it, not now.
Van had been - he'd been screaming. His screams had been tortured and terrible and torn by gasps for breath, the kind of cries she had only ever heard in her nightmares. Screams and the heavy, metallic scent of blood and Merle clinging to her like she was the only thing in the world she could still be sure of and you should get some rest, someone had told her, and she'd protested and tried to argue, I'm not tired--
But she must have slept anyway and she didn't even know how she could have, and now? Now, waking with a cry, she had found herself here and where, oh where was that? Dusty streets, half-timbered cottages, corn waving in the sun: she would have assumed she was on Gaea if it hadn't been for the sight of the sun reflecting on the widows of concrete-and-steel office towers in the middle distance and what, Hitomi wondered, staring at them wide-eyed, did that even mean? Where - she was scrambling to her feet now, casting about herself for anyone or anything familiar and finding nothing, nothing at all - in the world was she, where were the others, what was happening to her? She couldn't have left them now! Not while Van was--
(Not that.)
Hitomi recoiled from the thought, disowning it. No. No, that wasn't it! He couldn't be-- something like that could never have-- No.
Don't panic, she counseled herself, screwing her eyes shut, drawing a deep breath: you can't afford to panic now, keep calm. There had to be an explanation for this, didn't there? She'd got here, wherever here was, somehow - which meant if there was a way to it, then there had to be a way back. It was all just a matter of finding it.