He had thought, calculated, anticipated — but he is not ready.
Made a staggered, tight, reedy miracle of each of his inhalations, and he gritted his teeth and clenched cold-sweating hands on the taut stretch of his thighs — but he is not ready.
Biological pain disperses within heartbeats. First, the itch and dissolution of his flesh reeling, absorbing the sting. Then, the organism shocked by this betrayal of no shielding, no withdrawal, no escape. Then, fear cages his heart and squeezes.
And it spills from him:
"It builds. Minor escalations." He understands, all at once, the easy and relieving temptation others indulge when they speak their minds immodestly. There is a sense of peace in liberal loquacity. The excuse, here, now, gaze steeling while his voice hollowed, absent, level — is that Wrath and he agreed to a record.
"It draws on memory." A moment's pause, a shiver. His eyes shut. He blinks awake. "Intensifies it. Manipulates — I do not know if it distorts memory to reap more terror, or if that is my doing. Our control of me is... shared. Liminal. It continues to bui — ...not memories alone. Speculation. It... feeds off all it can capture."
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When the proje — bullet hits, he is not ready.
He had thought, calculated, anticipated — but he is not ready.
Made a staggered, tight, reedy miracle of each of his inhalations, and he gritted his teeth and clenched cold-sweating hands on the taut stretch of his thighs — but he is not ready.
Biological pain disperses within heartbeats. First, the itch and dissolution of his flesh reeling, absorbing the sting. Then, the organism shocked by this betrayal of no shielding, no withdrawal, no escape. Then, fear cages his heart and squeezes.
And it spills from him:
"It builds. Minor escalations." He understands, all at once, the easy and relieving temptation others indulge when they speak their minds immodestly. There is a sense of peace in liberal loquacity. The excuse, here, now, gaze steeling while his voice hollowed, absent, level — is that Wrath and he agreed to a record.
"It draws on memory." A moment's pause, a shiver. His eyes shut. He blinks awake. "Intensifies it. Manipulates — I do not know if it distorts memory to reap more terror, or if that is my doing. Our control of me is... shared. Liminal. It continues to bui — ...not memories alone. Speculation. It... feeds off all it can capture."
And there is a well of resource within him.