syncintohell: (Stained)

Re: THE PUPPET THEATER

[personal profile] syncintohell 2019-01-05 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ The pain leaves him, vanishing as if it was nothing more substantial than a nightmare.

Curled on the floor beneath the piano, he keeps his eyes shut tight, shaking. ]
syncintohell: (And to even the fact that it has broken)

Re: THE PUPPET THEATER

[personal profile] syncintohell 2019-01-05 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ To open them is to reawaken to nightmare. He cannot help his cowardice, to wish to remain shielded from them in the dark even a few moments longer. Cradled in his ignorance, swaddled in fear that acts as a buffer to push out thoughts of his responsibility, what he knows he has to do. His breaths come too fast, gulping in air— he can hear again, too. He hears his own breathing, loud in the cavernous theater. ]
syncintohell: (as a dream you cannot envision)

Re: THE PUPPET THEATER

[personal profile] syncintohell 2019-01-05 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ it continues

echoing

and eventually, slows before dying out ]
syncintohell: (Marionette)

Re: THE PUPPET THEATER

[personal profile] syncintohell 2019-01-05 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ he pushes himself to his feet, and despite his weariness, despite his breakdown

he heads for the center ]