| Follow You Into Dark. [Closed to Raidou] |
[May. 7th, 2009|12:01 am] |
[Directly follows Doubt in Your Faith.]
When Raidou broke the surface of consciousness, it wasn't to find pain eating him alive. There was no metal on his wrists, no strain on his shoulders, no ground beneath his feet that he couldn't quite touch. The scent reaching his nose was medicinal, clinical, not the damp drift of gathering fog or the choking mess of sweat and fear and blood. He was warm and dry, and he couldn't feel anything beyond the heavy drag of exhaustion.
I'm dead, he thought, and found he didn't much care.
Blackness pulled him down.
When he stirred again, long hours later, it was to find something gently touching the right side of his jaw. Voices murmuring just outside of hearing. His eyebrows creased together slightly, a thin line drawing between them, and he turned his head away. The touch pulled back.
"--miashi-san?"
( If he was dead, then he didn't have to answer. ) |
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