@kitxkatrp asked: 🔮 (Maika for Chuuya)
Send 🔮 and I will write a drabble of a memory that your muse gets to see into.
"I never asked for this..." She seemed to force out of her mouth, face hidden away with her hair. Her lips pursed tight, not wanting to speak any further if she could help it. This situation... The scenario was something she had once expected to be impossible to happen. An innocent girl in the less than best home life, perhaps, but the way things had snowballed from one simple mistake of her wording...
"None of us asked for this!" Maika cried out, eyes quickly tearing up as she glared at the other in the room. The familiar green hair, the one who had found and taken her, to begin with. "We didn't need a 'savior' to save us from ourselves. You took us from our homes and forced us to play deity where we have no right! You have no right to do as you please with anyone in this company!"
"You claim as such..." The other finally made a move toward the other, which caused her to freeze up, eyes widening into pinpoints. The words had just naturally come out so suddenly, and it was far from what would be considered a proper thing to say to him.
There was contact, a hand coming up to her cheek. Her breath hitched, barely managing to get an inhale in before once again finding herself frozen. The lack of emotion in those eyes... Only being able to see herself reflected in them. "But yet, here we are, my dear."
He was amused, lips turning upward at the way she just... Broke by something as simple as light contact. This made him lean down, moving closer but just barely refusing to put his lips to hers. "You are mine, my precious little angel. Until the day you die in a room from insanity... You are mine~ As is everyone else. They gave themselves to the company of their own will, there is no denying the contract."
They were kids... Just small children the got juked... She didn't want this... She didn't want him-
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, lips barely parting.
"I believe it may be wise to stay the night, given the time." He spoke, letting go of her face. But in turn, he grabbed ahold of her wrist, pulling her into him. "Don't worry, everything will be fine..."
No... No it was never fine, this didn't feel fine, it never-
She can't stop it... Any of it...
This was simply... her fate.
Could it be over yet?
@kitxkatrp asked: “That seemed like it triggered you pretty bad. Do you need a second?” Steven to Dianne
disability … sentence starters
"Y... Yes, just a moment..." Her body had given in on itself when she heard the sound of one of the larger vehicles in the area honking its horn. She knew full well she was on the sidewalk, in a safe place where they shouldn't be, but the reminder of the incident had kicked her mind into overdrive and led to her having panicked and trying to get away from something that wasn't even there.
She knew it made her seem akin to a fool, and she felt bad for placing the other in a situation where he didn't look good to the general public. "I apologize... I didn't... Mean to, really..."
@kitxkatrp asked: “You’re real. I’m real… you’re okay, you’re safe here with me.” Obi and Maika
disability … sentence starters
"I-I know, I just... I..." She found herself gripping Obi. Where exactly, she wasn't sure, but she didn't quite care, either. She needed something to ground herself, anything at all. Her breathing was still rapid, and she could feel herself shaking uncontrollably the entire time. She didn't know where it came from. She had seen something in the corner of her eye but by that point--
"I'm sorry- I'm sorry, Obi. I just... I wanted to go out, that was all I wanted-"
@herosluminis asked: [ BREATHE ] sender helps receiver get through a panic attack . {Aria @ Alphi if that’s okay?}
𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 .
He had thought he had finally gotten over the panic attacks. They used to be common when he had started with the Waking Sands, and especially peaked when they had to flee to Ishgard. But he had been waking himself through it a bit at a time. They still happened during overly stressful situations, but they were nowhere nearly as constant as they used to be.
So, why now, of all times?
He got to a corner where no one was around and sat down against the wall before it ultimately settled in. Pulling his knees up, he used this in order to hide his face from others for the moment, trying to work on keeping his breaths slow and steady. A little at a time, slow but overall helpful.
He just. . . Wished he knew why it came on. Perhaps he could tell something bad was about to happen? It'd happened a few times now, and he hated every time it happened to be right. Closing his eyes, he made the effort to take a slow breath in. It. . . Wasn't the time to be questioning it, it would only make the attack settle in worse.
Then, he heard footsteps, and his attention snapped toward the person he could tell was right by him. The recognition of the person instantly settled in-
"A-aria?-"
This couldn't be happening right now, this was the last thing he needed-
@the-forced-heroes asked: “Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?” - Hero to Dianne
50 Angsty Questions Prompt List
“I- . . .” She knew he was just kidding around to keep the stress of the situation down as much as possible, but soon enough, she put a hand on his, gently gripping it. “Please, don’t talk about things like that. I know it’s stressful right now, but, please. . .”
The thought of him being shot like that, she didn’t want to imagine it-
Eyes going wide, she took a sharp breath, leaning up against him. She didn’t want to go into a panic, she really didn’t. . . She needed to calm down. . .
@agent-candyfloss asked: “just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” (For Maika)
hurt meme.
She’s okay... She's okay...
Anikka is right, everything is fine, nothing is wrong. She didn’t just nearly die to a beam falling down from it’s spot on the set...
“I... I... Ani... Kka...” She swore, she was trying to take deep breaths, but her body refused to allow it. Slowly, she felt herself collapsing onto her knees, shaking from the sudden rush of adrenaline that she had but couldn’t actively use.
“But... How....” The beam should’ve been secure, there was no way it should’ve fell. There was even a backup system in place in case the structure did fail! So how?!
Anonymous asked: Maika... You wouldn't have happened have met anyone that wears a jacket similar to this, would you? *Cue her being shown a jacket that looked to be torn to shreds, and in ways that... Aren't from a natural animal*
Unprompted Chaos
That wasn’t-
It can’t be. It isn’t. Impossible. Her mind was screaming this over and over again, but the panic attack was settling in akin to a parasite managing to latch onto it’s prey. Short breaths, trying to keep focused but the next thing she knew, she was on her knees.
“I... I... I...” She couldn’t even get it out. That was very clearly Hero’s jacket, she’d be able to notice it anywhere. And the tears... The tears.
No, no, no, no, no, no-
The world was spinning, everything felt so, so cold, and she felt numb to the nails digging into her arms to the point of breaking skin. “H... H... H...”
She knew it was nothing but a dream. A wonderful, wonderful dream of hers. To be able to live happily without worry, to be able to not have a care in the world, for once. Compared to her stressful, everyday life, where she worried about what was going to come next, and to hide her internal downfall, the little time she slept had to have been the best time for her.
It was rare for her to not constantly have bad nightmares when she slept, which was what made this all seem so strange to her. The idea of actually being able to confess to someone she cared deeply for, someone like them. And for her feelings to be returned. That in itself was a dream she knew wasn’t about to happen. If not for her inability to want to ruin and friendship that exists, then the idea of them being chased after by such cruel people for daring to get close to her. And especially for that precious child. She didn’t want her to suffer anywhere near what she had to go through as a young girl. But this, this was exactly what she had wanted, and desired her entire life. The days of fairy tales her father would tell. That happily ever after that she craved so much in relation to romance and a family.
Dianne also felt so light, all the worries off her shoulders that tended to feel like it would break her to insanity. As if she wasn’t ill at all. Moving around would feel so casual, like when she was young before things went to complete hell. The simple fact that she felt purer than she had felt most of her life would be something she would expect to never happen, even in a dream. But here she was...
It was af if it was a normal day. A set of events happening. Waking up, making breakfast for those two. The child going to school and her loved one going to work, leaving her alone. Making herself and the pokemon there food for lunch, with a bit of casual research and reading in between. A walk after lunch to help digest the food. Never had she thought she would feel comfortable enough to take a walk without one of her pokemon...
But maybe that was a mistake, after all. Everything suddenly felt heavy again, as she was grabbed from the side, and hit hard enough on the head to be out like a light. The amount of sudden fear and anguish felt unnatural. As if she never experienced any sort of thing to deserve that fear.
And when she woke, she was unable to do much. She couldn’t talk, and she knew she was unable to move. But she could only feel fear, horror, at whom was there with her. Both of them, similar to a situation to herself, and another, one she almost needed a moment to realize who it was.
Her father...
Something that was impossible, as he had died during that cave-in when she was not even old enough to go out on her own. But here she was, and she was trembling at the thought. All three of those she cared about, before her, and she had no idea of their fates. Then another, and a familiar face came into play. Her mother, that horrid beast.
One by one, she had gone around, going to each one and proceeding to just... Kill them. Each in a different way, but she was far too petrified to even keep track of who got what kind of death. But then it got to her, and her entire body was shaking, tears going down her face as she realized just what kind of fate she was about to go through-
BANG!
She sat up out of bed, feeling her mouth remain open, but she was far too preoccupied to realize that she was screaming. Her eyes open but pinpoints, trying to simply get herself to stop. It had taken Beauti slapping her to snap out of the scream fest, but all she felt she could do was slowly put a hand up to her cheek, shivering heavily. She couldn’t even hear the connection with her Gardevoir. All she could think about was the idea of if they were ok.
As if a switch flipped, she quickly scrambled over to her nightstand, grabbing her phone. They had to be ok, they had to be, right?! They can’t be gone, they don’t deserve a fate like that!
And, quite frankly, if there was a world where things were perfect like that, with her father alive and her being happy like that, it wouldn’t end in such a terrible way.
