If I should die this very moment (Active/closed)
Characters: Watanuki, Doumeki Shizuka, Xerxes Break
Setting: Shelter Room
Time: night 17, early
Summary: As night begins to fall, the monsters start to rise, and something a little bit painful comes with them.
Warnings:
Night was falling; he could feel it in the air. Slow and invasive, foul. Edged with threat, death and loss. Marching forward at a relentless pace like an army gone to war, uncaring for the civilians caught in its path.
Night was hard, but nightfall was harder. Night made him numb after awhile, senses dulled to the point of non existence. Night fall was an invasion, pushing him by inches until it was hard to breathe and everything felt hazy and broken. Like a slow submersion in a tub full of acid, leaching the life from his skin. Even in a room surrounded by people he trusted it felt like an attack, an assault upon his person, from which they couldn’t protect him. He wouldn’t ask it of them, night drained everyone.
His hands tightened further on the jacket in his lap, throat tight with remembered pain. The last time the day had faded from these haunted halls, he had lost one of the most important people in his life.
What further agony would this night bring? You never knew, you could only wait, and hope.
Setting: Shelter Room
Time: night 17, early
Summary: As night begins to fall, the monsters start to rise, and something a little bit painful comes with them.
Warnings:
Night was falling; he could feel it in the air. Slow and invasive, foul. Edged with threat, death and loss. Marching forward at a relentless pace like an army gone to war, uncaring for the civilians caught in its path.
Night was hard, but nightfall was harder. Night made him numb after awhile, senses dulled to the point of non existence. Night fall was an invasion, pushing him by inches until it was hard to breathe and everything felt hazy and broken. Like a slow submersion in a tub full of acid, leaching the life from his skin. Even in a room surrounded by people he trusted it felt like an attack, an assault upon his person, from which they couldn’t protect him. He wouldn’t ask it of them, night drained everyone.
His hands tightened further on the jacket in his lap, throat tight with remembered pain. The last time the day had faded from these haunted halls, he had lost one of the most important people in his life.
What further agony would this night bring? You never knew, you could only wait, and hope.