11-02-2018, 01:03 PM
Living hurts. It's a simple reality that's been known for as long as beings have drawn breath. It doesn't hurt all the time, and the kinds of hurt are certainly variable. But there will be pain. I had been existing in a comatose stasis for longer than I knew, for as long as it had taken to repair my damaged heart and lungs, and to overcome the pure shock of being mostly dead. Right now, I was wishing the damn ghosts would have kept me. Shaking like a beast on the verge of hypothermia, I let the pain wash through me in unsteady tides. In and out, in and out, until the trembling becomes less severe, less spasmodic. Slowly, I'm able to notice things beyond my own skin.
The burning in my limbs has subsided enough that I can feel the stoney surface beneath me, the warm air around me. My first fleeting thought is that I've somehow come to be resting in some volcanic cavern. This could be true. But there was a bigger, more persistent truth to be had. All around me was a scent like fire and ash mingled with a musk I knew. A deep, rumbling sound echoes throughout the whole of me. I can almost hear my name in it, as though the mountains themselves were welcoming me back.
A sigh, the deepest breath I've been able to manage thus far. My eyes blink away blurriness, and like magic, a face comes into focus. Black and white and shining, with mismatched eyes that hold the same expression.
"Cas...?" It's the smallest thread of a voice. There is far more fear and pain in it than I would have wished. It takes an agonizing amount of effort, but I pull the weight of my skull from where it's been resting upwards, try to roll to my knees. Dizziness creeps up on me, threatening to take back this small ground I've regained.
"Cas, help me. Please, love." This time there is stubborn frustration woven into the low notes of my voice. My nose is a hairsbreadth from the ground, everything hurts, but I can't bear to lay down any longer. I hate myself for the weakness in my limbs, that he has to see me this way. Still, it's so, so much better than being alone.
@[Castile]
The burning in my limbs has subsided enough that I can feel the stoney surface beneath me, the warm air around me. My first fleeting thought is that I've somehow come to be resting in some volcanic cavern. This could be true. But there was a bigger, more persistent truth to be had. All around me was a scent like fire and ash mingled with a musk I knew. A deep, rumbling sound echoes throughout the whole of me. I can almost hear my name in it, as though the mountains themselves were welcoming me back.
A sigh, the deepest breath I've been able to manage thus far. My eyes blink away blurriness, and like magic, a face comes into focus. Black and white and shining, with mismatched eyes that hold the same expression.
"Cas...?" It's the smallest thread of a voice. There is far more fear and pain in it than I would have wished. It takes an agonizing amount of effort, but I pull the weight of my skull from where it's been resting upwards, try to roll to my knees. Dizziness creeps up on me, threatening to take back this small ground I've regained.
"Cas, help me. Please, love." This time there is stubborn frustration woven into the low notes of my voice. My nose is a hairsbreadth from the ground, everything hurts, but I can't bear to lay down any longer. I hate myself for the weakness in my limbs, that he has to see me this way. Still, it's so, so much better than being alone.
@[Castile]