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tenebraecious) wrote2021-07-24 12:36 am
tenebraecious) wrote2021-07-24 12:36 am
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You wake up— No, you have always been in a white, airy space. The floor is hard and cold, swirled marble, but there is also soil and plant life crunching underneath your feet. Columns raise impossibly high, they are tall enough to hurt your small neck as you crane up to look at them.
After all, you are quite small, hardly a handful of years to your name, and the world is so very large, very big. You do not recall much, not yet, but you are certain of love, warmth, and destiny. You have a purpose.
Among the flowers, herbs, and long, long grass, there are two women seated in chairs with very high backs. You feel the urge to run to them, rest your cheek upon their laps, but you can sense that you should not. The air, no, spirits says you ought not to. Still, they both smile warmly at you.
The one in white and blue speaks, "Hello, my dear. Let us speak."
The one in black speaks, "Little one, what do you seek?"
After all, you are quite small, hardly a handful of years to your name, and the world is so very large, very big. You do not recall much, not yet, but you are certain of love, warmth, and destiny. You have a purpose.
Among the flowers, herbs, and long, long grass, there are two women seated in chairs with very high backs. You feel the urge to run to them, rest your cheek upon their laps, but you can sense that you should not. The air, no, spirits says you ought not to. Still, they both smile warmly at you.
The one in white and blue speaks, "Hello, my dear. Let us speak."
The one in black speaks, "Little one, what do you seek?"
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[Oh Six]
[Leaving Sylva was a mistake.]
[This is beyond horrifying, so much a shock to his system that he isn't sure whether to scream or cry or throw up so instead he locks in place, frozen and overwhelmed, mouth hanging open as if to call out for someone, but the words choke in his throat.]
[The scene freezes with him and in the quiet, he breaks out of his paralysis and stumbles toward the scene in mindless panic. Thorn is being taken already -- Good, that's good! We have to run! Run, Pink!]
[Cobalt feels--remembers?--"DO NOT MOVE" and the sensation of blades at his throat, but why? When was that? Why is this happening? What is his duty??]
[He doesn't know!! All he knows is sheer, blind terror, lunging forward to try to grab Pink's hand to pull him in the direction Thorn's parent(?) is heading.]
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Umbra gives a short huff, affirmative, while Pryna finds her way to his free hand, nosing at it before stroking under it then sitting. She looks up with blue, clear eyes.
Are you certain? Do you remember what your duty was? What did Sylva say?
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[What is his duty? To "discover until he's satisfied"? Or was it something else? He can't quite remember. But whatever it was, surely it can't be more important than what's happening around him right now. Surely it must somewhere higher up the pyramid of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs than running the fuck away from whatever the heck is happening here!]
[He continues running in slow motion, trying to press through the time dilation and drag Pink along behind him, if he must.]