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hush little babies don't say a word
Who: Linnea, Isolde, Hiro, Valterri
Where: GOOD QUESTION AMIRITE
When: See above
The air was scented with dirt and grass and crisp autumn leaves. All good smells. Valterri must have left his bedroom window open last night. Only, no. That wasn't right. The light dancing behind the cells of his eyelids was all wrong. As he started to force his eyes open he felt strange. Disoriented. It took several long breaths of staring at the branches above him that he realized what was so wrong. It was like living inside of a black and white movie.
Things started to come back to him. He'd still been at the dance. He'd never admit to it, but he'd been honestly surprised at at least not getting on the court. He laughed it off and watched Rico and that SOAR chick dance, and then. . . and then . . . ? He remembered standing next to someone who was up one minute, and down the next. He'd turned to see what the hell had happened, and realized he was losing the fight with gravity himself. That had been it. He forced himself to sit up. He felt more or less okay, but stilll. . . slow. Like something was working its way out of his system. The lack of color was disorienting, but he still knew his mother's shape. Linnea Niemi crumpled on the ground was a familiar sight to the Niemi children, and even though his father was dead it still made Valterri's heart catch in his throat. He crawled over to his mother, for now willing to not deal with the blank and what insanity. He could deal with that after he confirmed his mother still had a pulse.
Where: GOOD QUESTION AMIRITE
When: See above
The air was scented with dirt and grass and crisp autumn leaves. All good smells. Valterri must have left his bedroom window open last night. Only, no. That wasn't right. The light dancing behind the cells of his eyelids was all wrong. As he started to force his eyes open he felt strange. Disoriented. It took several long breaths of staring at the branches above him that he realized what was so wrong. It was like living inside of a black and white movie.
Things started to come back to him. He'd still been at the dance. He'd never admit to it, but he'd been honestly surprised at at least not getting on the court. He laughed it off and watched Rico and that SOAR chick dance, and then. . . and then . . . ? He remembered standing next to someone who was up one minute, and down the next. He'd turned to see what the hell had happened, and realized he was losing the fight with gravity himself. That had been it. He forced himself to sit up. He felt more or less okay, but stilll. . . slow. Like something was working its way out of his system. The lack of color was disorienting, but he still knew his mother's shape. Linnea Niemi crumpled on the ground was a familiar sight to the Niemi children, and even though his father was dead it still made Valterri's heart catch in his throat. He crawled over to his mother, for now willing to not deal with the blank and what insanity. He could deal with that after he confirmed his mother still had a pulse.