[the whispers don't really...respond, as such, but you get the impression that 'being permanently dead' is what they want, most of all. they're already dead. just dying and unable to die, and you can feel the barest edges of that pain and suffering, what your mortal limits (even as an Exalted) can understand. just even the barest edges is the worst, though.
formless, shapeless, things just beyond mortal understanding. it strains at mortal understanding, as in actively fucking painful to even try to perceive the edges of their geometry.]
[ She tries to force herself to stay. She really does. If he can bear it, so can she.
...But in the end, her breath only holds out so long. So it's both a physical and spiritual need for air that drives her back to the surface.
Amaranth pulls herself up over the edge of the pond, back onto the garden grass. Do her surroundings still look the same? She studies the color of her hands and soaked hair. ]
[her surroundings still look the same, yes. once she is out of the water, the whispers stop and are gone as though she never heard them in the first place, without even an afterecho.
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formless, shapeless, things just beyond mortal understanding. it strains at mortal understanding, as in actively fucking painful to even try to perceive the edges of their geometry.]
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If he can bear it, so can she.
...But in the end, her breath only holds out so long. So it's both a physical and spiritual need for air that drives her back to the surface.
Amaranth pulls herself up over the edge of the pond, back onto the garden grass.
Do her surroundings still look the same? She studies the color of her hands and soaked hair. ]
Re: start: in the garden
it's peaceful in the garden. and silent.]
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Then she shoulders her bag again; tucks her branch of flowers against the strap—and strides to the passage in the wisteria. ]
Re: start: in the garden