sherryon + things you said when you were scared
SOME ANCIENT MEME // NO LONGER ACCEPTING
@kkatekane // @emperorvastia // @empressblendy
here is what is weird ( what is wrong ) about the mess they are currently in: lyon is scared, very scared. sherry knows this, can see it in the way he holds himself; he makes himself smaller, just a little bit. most people, she knows, would not even see it, but she has been right next to him for such a long time now that she cannot miss the signs.
they surprise her, yes, and she would lie if she said that she was not a little bit worried, but — she is nowhere as afraid as he is. and the reason why she is less afraid right now is that fear is difficult to grasp when one is drowning in white hot anger. her hands shake, behind her back, out of everyone’s sight.
not that what people see is a concern, right now. sherry knows that there are people who have known her long enough, people who can tell that she is too angry to be scared. because all of this is a mockery, a cruel joke — and she will not watch someone ( anyone ) do this to the people she loves. they have been through too much, together and alone, and — sherry cannot stand the idea of someone being awful enough to use their past and their nightmares against them like this.
but someone is tasteless enough to do this and her heart hurts as she looks away from lyon and towards yuuka and tobi who are staring at the sight in front of them with wide eyes and terror written across their faces. this — this is bad, sherry decides and wishes ( not for the first time ) that jura was there with them, someone who can keep them calm before this nameless horror turns into panic. after all, deliora will never cease to be an open wound for all of them.
❛ this is not real, ❜ she says, her voice rough and too soft, as she finally remembers how to speak. she might be affected less than the others, mostly because she has seen an abyss darker than this charade, but she is nowhere as unfazed as she would like to be. but someone has to keep their wits with them, now, and she thinks that the others might be too far gone already, too caught up in their past to think straight.
her fingers stop shaking as they brush over lyon’s wrist before her hands come up to tuck her hair behind her ears, dark blue eyes trained on whatever it is that pretends to be the one nightmare they have shared for years, the one nightmare that has initially brought them all together. the doll play mage does not know what it really is, but she does not really care either. all she knows is that it is neither human nor demonic, that it is something new — something that has no idea what kind of storm is about to be unleashed. she does not smile — this is not the time for empty arrogance — as her right foot slides backwards.
for a moment, her gaze flickers over to her team, her boys — and a grim expression settles on her face. ❛ no worries, we’re all gonna go home after this, ❜ she says slowly — and it is a promise she will keep at any cost.
