#captured memory.

[pippins-44]

(punishment for forgetting. atonement for sin.)

(one rock. and then another.)

(that’s how these dreams always go.)

(44 looks down at the ground, as the rocks continue pelting him. He can feel himself cracking, with every agonizing blow.)

(## looks down at 44, wordlessly, eyes full of hatred as they throw another rock.)

(“you deserve this” were the words that went unspoken.)

🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨

🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨 🪨

(…44 wishes for this to be over already, sobbing.)

[pippins-44]

anyone else hear those bells? no??? just me???

ok but in all seriousness I prob need to sleep lol

[pippins-44]

//go my doodles…

[pippins-44]

[*I’ll just take care of that little injury for you.]

(A pippins rests on the ground, stirring awake moderately deep in the forest.)

(…as he gets up, he suddenly feels really bad about trying to crucify that guy.)

(Would it be awkward to. Go up to em and apologize??? What would he even say???)

(The feeling of something wet on his arm makes him shift his focus- right, he got nicked by that stab. The injury however has already been healed, but his clothes remain damaged and bloodsoaked, as a reminder.)

(…well, might as well send them an apology to their blog.)

[pippins-44]

(…old memories are brought to mind.)

(…44 has a feeling that some memories shouldn’t be there.)

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(…)

(It’s been a while since they’ve done something like this.)

(They clear their head of the chiming of the bells, drowning it out with the constant banging of nails being driven into a tree.)

(One hammer strike after another. It’s not like anyone would hear them do this, as far into the woods as they are.)

[pippins-44]

(That chime is still ringing in their head… but at least they’re home.)