Ji-Hoon Ki
they/he
twenty seven
june fifteenth
solaceon, sinnoh
queer
intel
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words drip like honey dear how sweet it is to hear
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Chu-e Choi
divine despair
POSTED ON Oct 11, 2021 15:59:01 GMT
Wait Lulu Flint would. Empty and still, more like a snapshot than a living space.
Then Chu-e looked up, hollow eyes sunken into his skull with hunger, skin sallow and limp. Right into her eyes, as if he could stare through her soul.
Except, not really, as a moment later, a faceless void of a person in thick and protective lab gear would pass through Lulu from behind, as if she were a ghost, nothing, just a witness.
Chu-e pressed himself back into the cell what little he could as the door swung open, the scientist using some type of tool to grab him and drag him out. Not as if he could struggle, too weak, as he was forced to his feet and pulled out of the cage. The scientist tugged even as Chu-e did what little he could to resist, bare feet scraping on the stone.
The figure pulled, passing Lulu this time be it by happenstance or her moving, and Chu-e was dragged with her.
Except when Chu-e passed by Lulu too.
A dirty hand with cracked and bleeding nails grabbed her wrist, solid and forceful.
scared hungry dark cold pain pain bleeding stinks pain kill me kill me death
then
lulu, kill me
and it all faded into nothing and Lulu was alone.
Except, not.
It was dark but less like a nothing and more like a night, a faint light reflecting off the grass from behind Lulu now. And if she turned, it would be... a small campsite, one tent, a fire built up in the middle. A younger Chu-e, still fit and strong, roasting a hotdog with a severe face. Crystal bloomed here, too, hidden on trees and out of sight. Present.
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