Post by Bee on Jul 1, 2011 18:27:01 GMT -5
[OOC: Xenon, I am setting this right after the events of our thread for convenience. <3]
He shivered. It was still cold in the wake of the rain storm, but the chill he felt was beyond physicality, a fear that rattled him through his bones, shook him from the tips of his toes, up through his spine, to the ends of his ears. He felt ashamed of his fear but there was no helping it; nothing he tried to tell himself could quell it. Nothing would stop the shaking. He sat in the wet grass, taking cover by a piece of shrubbery, the hands of his ears curled on top of his head like a hat. He was wondering whether it would be better to attempt to talk to someone or sneak quietly away into who-knows-where.
He had precious little idea what was going on; his continuing confusion was probably the root of his fear. His entire existence up until this point had been a traumatic entrance to the world, then crushingly horrifying solitude followed by a cadre of strange girls, one of whom he was certain was a demon.
But they were avoiding him as much as he was avoiding them. There seemed to be something bigger afoot, excitement from inside the waking castle. Outside, there was waking as well, some violent man everyone seemed preoccupied with, including the girls and the demon—them most of all, perhaps.
He wondered when he, too, was going to wake up. He had vague ideas about reality and he was sure this was not it.
He shivered. It was still cold in the wake of the rain storm, but the chill he felt was beyond physicality, a fear that rattled him through his bones, shook him from the tips of his toes, up through his spine, to the ends of his ears. He felt ashamed of his fear but there was no helping it; nothing he tried to tell himself could quell it. Nothing would stop the shaking. He sat in the wet grass, taking cover by a piece of shrubbery, the hands of his ears curled on top of his head like a hat. He was wondering whether it would be better to attempt to talk to someone or sneak quietly away into who-knows-where.
He had precious little idea what was going on; his continuing confusion was probably the root of his fear. His entire existence up until this point had been a traumatic entrance to the world, then crushingly horrifying solitude followed by a cadre of strange girls, one of whom he was certain was a demon.
But they were avoiding him as much as he was avoiding them. There seemed to be something bigger afoot, excitement from inside the waking castle. Outside, there was waking as well, some violent man everyone seemed preoccupied with, including the girls and the demon—them most of all, perhaps.
He wondered when he, too, was going to wake up. He had vague ideas about reality and he was sure this was not it.
