[Nightmare] ♪ I'll Face Myself
[The water is rising. It covers the floor of the entire room, pooling around the young man's ankles. The chill of the water bites in, seeping past denim and skin to reach his very bones. It was never this bad before - the fog never this dense, the water never this cold.
It never rose before, yet now it is trying to creep up his shins.
Sheik thought he put this prison far behind him.]
[SHUNK!]
[With a grunt of pain, he staggers back a step or two, nearly knocked to the ground by a sudden, sharp impact. What just hit him? Sheik knows. He doesn't even bother to look at the arrow; this nightmare is familiar.
But the water shouldn't be rising. That seems to be bothering him far more than the fact that his shoulder is burning and bleeding.
Past the withering, dead tree and the sea of fog, there is the sound of a bowstring being pulled taught. Someone is readying the second shot.]
(ooc: Part of Nightmare Week. Fffff this room be crazy. I don't even know.)
It never rose before, yet now it is trying to creep up his shins.
Sheik thought he put this prison far behind him.]
[SHUNK!]
[With a grunt of pain, he staggers back a step or two, nearly knocked to the ground by a sudden, sharp impact. What just hit him? Sheik knows. He doesn't even bother to look at the arrow; this nightmare is familiar.
But the water shouldn't be rising. That seems to be bothering him far more than the fact that his shoulder is burning and bleeding.
Past the withering, dead tree and the sea of fog, there is the sound of a bowstring being pulled taught. Someone is readying the second shot.]
(ooc: Part of Nightmare Week. Fffff this room be crazy. I don't even know.)