crushed. crushed. crushed. it hurts. crushed. crushed. crushed. the invisible weight pushes at his shoulders, against his head, he's bent forward, there's a headache at the pounding against his brain. crushed. crushed. crushed.
it's completely dark. there's no sound, no answer from kamui stating his concerns that soleum would have relied on for the moment. his instincts are more developed than a human's, there's an advantage to taking in account for an animal's intuition because at the end of the day soleum is still human.
he's only human.
crushed. crushed. crushed.
everything is heavy. his thoughts are murky. he's looking everywhere because what did kamui have to say. crushed. crushed. the darkness came, that's right, because watched it envelop him in one swift swallow. it separated him and kamui for a reason. that's right. he doesn't have to run anymore, he can start walking even though it feels as though he's never made any movement. a small rodent in a hamster wheel, the protagonist sprite in the middle of a gamebody advance game where only the scenery moved and never the character.
he can slow down, he doesn't have to search because kamui is outside, and soleum is inside. there's no need for him to come within the dark spot when he knows he has to think about himself and no one else, he should believe that soleum can get out sooner or later. sooner or later. later or sooner. now, he'll get out now.
kamui must be worried.
he won't do anything stupid.
kamui won't do anything stupid.
he must be worried.
...
splash!
no matter where kamui goes, he goes in further and further. turn around then he's deeper in the encompassing darkness, go back and he's still in this thickening darkness, go up...
fall down.
his knees are wet. his palms are wet. a murky black substance underneath his body, it ripples and there are pieces mixed within. teeth? hair? strips of black organs? it's all mixed between this black sludge, and it trembles underneath the weight. that splash causes some of the liquid to splatter onto the young boy's face.
...
lines blur, it's really hard to think with his head pounding as it is. a sharp pain courses through his head, in his mind, even the pit of his stomach feels punched or even kneed from a heavy force. that's fear and nausea.
his eyes open again, they've always been open.
that's kamui?
everything is so... blurry, his vision like tears in the way it merges kamui's appearance together into something he can't make out. by his eyes, they ripple, a streak of tear? is kamui crying? he can feel his touch on kamui's skin, he thinks hes caressing but why would he do that? he should say sorry for invading his space, he didn't mean to.
don't cry. let's go. don't cry.
don't cry.
but the imagery gets worse, is soleum crying? he can't cry in front of kamui, he doesn't think he missed him that much. was he that worried? it's raining then, maybe it's wet. everything feels like a liquid and then it feels like nothing at all.
but through this frosted, glass screen he looks through, or maybe it's obscure as his vision is broken apart from the tears? the rain? why does kamui look both far and distant. why does soleum feel relaxed but also spreading, spreading.
his feelings are neither here nor there, muted almost.
drip, drip.
the hand falls from kamui's cheek, and soleum thinks probably moved his head away, the slick texture of the rain between them.
bubble.
underneath kamui, those organs have melted into a black, liquid like substance that's matte in its appearance. nearby, a deer-like mask lays off to the side unworn.
the smell. the intoxicating smell of this liquid on his body, underneath his weight. the drips of unknown liquid that's simple splatters fall from his face.
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crushed. crushed. crushed. it hurts. crushed. crushed. crushed. the invisible weight pushes at his shoulders, against his head, he's bent forward, there's a headache at the pounding against his brain. crushed. crushed. crushed.
it's completely dark. there's no sound, no answer from kamui stating his concerns that soleum would have relied on for the moment. his instincts are more developed than a human's, there's an advantage to taking in account for an animal's intuition because at the end of the day soleum is still human.
he's only human.
crushed. crushed. crushed.
everything is heavy. his thoughts are murky. he's looking everywhere because what did kamui have to say. crushed. crushed. the darkness came, that's right, because watched it envelop him in one swift swallow. it separated him and kamui for a reason. that's right. he doesn't have to run anymore, he can start walking even though it feels as though he's never made any movement. a small rodent in a hamster wheel, the protagonist sprite in the middle of a gamebody advance game where only the scenery moved and never the character.
he can slow down, he doesn't have to search because kamui is outside, and soleum is inside. there's no need for him to come within the dark spot when he knows he has to think about himself and no one else, he should believe that soleum can get out sooner or later. sooner or later. later or sooner. now, he'll get out now.
kamui must be worried.
he won't do anything stupid.
kamui won't do anything stupid.
he must be worried.
...
splash!
no matter where kamui goes, he goes in further and further. turn around then he's deeper in the encompassing darkness, go back and he's still in this thickening darkness, go up...
fall down.
his knees are wet. his palms are wet. a murky black substance underneath his body, it ripples and there are pieces mixed within. teeth? hair? strips of black organs? it's all mixed between this black sludge, and it trembles underneath the weight. that splash causes some of the liquid to splatter onto the young boy's face.
...
lines blur, it's really hard to think with his head pounding as it is. a sharp pain courses through his head, in his mind, even the pit of his stomach feels punched or even kneed from a heavy force. that's fear and nausea.
his eyes open again, they've always been open.
that's kamui?
everything is so... blurry, his vision like tears in the way it merges kamui's appearance together into something he can't make out. by his eyes, they ripple, a streak of tear? is kamui crying? he can feel his touch on kamui's skin, he thinks hes caressing but why would he do that? he should say sorry for invading his space, he didn't mean to.
don't cry. let's go. don't cry.
don't cry.
but the imagery gets worse, is soleum crying? he can't cry in front of kamui, he doesn't think he missed him that much. was he that worried? it's raining then, maybe it's wet. everything feels like a liquid and then it feels like nothing at all.
but through this frosted, glass screen he looks through, or maybe it's obscure as his vision is broken apart from the tears? the rain? why does kamui look both far and distant. why does soleum feel relaxed but also spreading, spreading.
his feelings are neither here nor there, muted almost.
drip, drip.
the hand falls from kamui's cheek, and soleum thinks probably moved his head away, the slick texture of the rain between them.
bubble.
underneath kamui, those organs have melted into a black, liquid like substance that's matte in its appearance. nearby, a deer-like mask lays off to the side unworn.
the smell. the intoxicating smell of this liquid on his body, underneath his weight. the drips of unknown liquid that's simple splatters fall from his face.
crushed. squish. squelch.
found him. ]