lana, rue
he/they
21
september 1
littleroot town
bisexual
coordinator
civilian
'Cause you don't belong where you don't belong Yeah, I don't belong
TAG WITH @ruslan
ruslan skye
consider this a lullaby [m]
POSTED ON Sept 6, 2021 3:06:34 GMT
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The fear he feels is unfamiliar, jarring. The pain that strikes through him is coarse, sudden, and filled with betrayal as the one thing he never thought would ever turn on him finally do. But there’s a sickness, a delusion to all these ghosts who’s miasma threatens to choke him out. Amongst the shadows and the ominous figures and shapes of dark creatures, there’s also the eerie sound of jeering, as familiar voices coalesce and mock him. The voice of his mother, who’s love for him went as far as his birth could validate her life as a mistress, rang out with awful laughter. The loud yelling of his father acted as a base amongst the noise. And @skye who’s controlled, furious words act as a weird melody of deprecation and disdain. It all joins together into a depressing cacophony that he can’t escape from. And it all served to break him down, erode him until the will to hang onto his own soul almost disappeared. [break][break]
Amongst the pain there is a small relief as he felt his senses dull and his eyelids flutter shut. And then a different voice rings through, and light quite literally slices through his darkness. [break][break]
Lana.[break][break]
The mention of his name missing that sarcastic tone, or exasperation makes him start. He shakes off that drowsiness and looks up bewildered for a moment, tear stained face unable to hide shock and awe. This didn’t happen. This never happened. He felt that tightness in his throat again, but it's from the tears welling up in his eyes. There’s no hesitation as he slaps Cillian’s hand and grips it as tightly as this nightmare would allow him to. [break][break]
They are not friends, but he knows his savior’s name. “Cillian! I’m glad you’re here!!” Emotion wells up in his chest, an all too familiar sight. Lana has never been one good at hiding or holding back his own emotions. “I’m so glad…” he repeated, holding back sobs of relief as he pulled himself to his feet and wipes his eyes. [break][break]
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