laughitoff | [PALACE GAME - LAN WANGJI RUN]

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[PALACE GAME - LAN WANGJI RUN]

Everything is red. You are dying, somewhere far beyond pain, the very essence of yourself going to pieces. You’re shattering so badly you don’t know if you’ll ever find all of yourself again, if you’ll ever put yourself back together. There are teeth on you, ripping, tearing, devouring. There are teeth inside you, carving their way out, and those are worse.

This is a memory, happening at a remove. It is not yours. This is not happening now.

Everything is grey. You wake up in a prison cell, eyes wide, the ceiling flat and blank and unfamiliar above you. For a moment you simply think, no. You think, Please, wasn’t it over? Wasn’t it enough? You consider closing your eyes again and refusing to get up, until oblivion reclaims you. Even if you’re no longer dying, everything hurts.

This is a memory, happening at a remove. It is not yours. This is not happening now.

What is happening, then?

You–

–sit up.

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[More blood flows--but he just carves a path out to stand next to the fox, a second wound in its body.]

[stares up at it, covered in blood and muck, dizzied, aching sharply in body and soul. he does not have a lot of resources for mental processing or emotions right now, but in such moments, he can always fall back on a certain kind of exasperated compassion. it is not the same thing as feeling sorry.]

Please consider today's experiences.