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20 sep 2023 [wip Wednesday game]
It was completely unnecessary. Stupid even. Which only served to make Andrew angrier. He saw the stressor, felt the upcoming panic, and still he couldn’t stop it. He hated what a few restless nights could reduce him to. Aaron wasn’t in danger, he’d just been tripped into. Andrew wasn’t in danger, he was just surrounded by strangers. Kind strangers, but strangers.
He didn’t feel safe, and his lungs decided to stop breathing about it.
Aaron was calling after him but Andrew was leaving. He shouldn’t be, it was less safe the further he went from his brother, but Aaron was not who the panic wanted to see. Abram was somewhere in this crowd. Andrew needed to find him before the attack got out of control.
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open to: anyone who wants their muse to get a heart attack with Eloise
The cough was growing rapidly worse, and when Eloise touched her neck, the pretty foulard around it, she could've sworn there was something there, making it harder for her to breath in between coughs.
This couldn't be happening to her.
Leaning against one of the trees, she forced herself to breathe in, but it was difficult and quickly became more of a wheeze. It couldn't be.
"Bees," was all she could say, a bit incredulous herself.
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THINK FAST! RUN FASTER! (throws glowflies @ you)
Growing up in Octarian society had its perks.
For one, it made Nanami stronger than they would ever be otherwise—even if it was a waste, given the state of the lower half of their body. This... wasn't always a good thing, though, as they often failed to recognize their own strength. But it still let them carry their friends, carry a lot of groceries, hold a Dynamo without faltering. They considered it a good thing.
For two... their reflexes were almost unbelievable. One had to see it to believe it.
And that is exactly what Anon did, as the moment the jar of Glowflies showed in the corner of their eye, they whipped around and swung at it, shattering the glass.
...
In that moment, time slowed.
Trauma does... a lot to you. A lot of things that make sense, and a lot of things that don't. Like how the smallest things can send you straight back to where you started, no matter how much "better" you've gotten. The scent of metal. The cold splatter of ink. The sound of a phone ringing.
The shattering of glass.
The feeling of shards sinking into your skin.
The sight of ink dripping out of your hand.
The lights.
The buzzing.
The whirring.
The cold reality that a normally harmless and stupid prank ended up causing them to relive everything.
In their mind, Nanami was 15 again, curled into a ball inside of the blender, unable to hear their screams and sobs over the sounds of what they were sure was going to be their demise. They weren't ever going to love. To see the sun. To fill up a notebook with their writing. To see what a real life was like, one that wasn't lost to time. One that wasn't doomed by circumstance.
... Yet, they did all of those.
And now, they had to suffer the aftermath.
Nanami snapped back to reality, first noticing that the Glowflies had moved onto someone else. Then, that they had fallen to their knees. Then, that they were crying. It was a wonder how they hadn't attracted a crowd by that point.
Was it still this bad? To think they had truly moved on...
The moment they gathered enough energy, they slowly stood up, mumbling, "... sorry. try somebody else," in Octarian, not caring if the other party could understand.
Nanami left.
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lays on her lap.
Unprompted Foxo Time! || Accepting
@foxtaild
Well. . .this was. . .awkward. But she didn’t mind it, truthfully. Her eyes staring down at the Vastayan Woman in her lap now. Gloved hands twitch a little as she eyes over her ears, her beautiful appearance. . .and then those MASSIVE fluffy appendages for TAILS. (Oh, she was heating up, and it SHOWED in her face, and with her sudden heartbeat racing.) Blade is easily nudged aside, giving a little more room for the woman to enjoy her LAP like such.
Both hands reaching down to softly stroke fingers along her EARS, massaging them, and scratching fingers through her hair.
Delicate and gentle so the woman enjoyed it. ❝ . . .am I COMFORTABLE? ❞
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