θ ┋ THE MURKY DEATHS.
Your body finds itself settled on the pavement of REGIA. Except you don’t know it, for you don’t dare to visit the place often-- and even then, you find yourself hopelessly ASLEEP, as your teammates did many times during your SGRUB mission. You have a knack for being unconscious when URGENCY is most stressing.
Too thick to be air, too thin to be slime, you realize that you sleep not in a bed nor a cocoon and stir.
[ ♉ ] TAVROS: wH,,?
What the hell?
You look around you, and everything is water. The sun filters through the currents and shadows of marine life, reflecting on your person like it did once in Feferi’s SWIMMING POOL, but this is much deeper. And this is much darker. And you try to lift your legs, but you can’t move like the people around you do as they pick themselves up.
Of course you can’t. Your legs are MADE OF METAL. You’re devastatingly reminded of a time when you basically didn’t have legs at all, and it shows on your face. Panic. Despair. You can feel your throat closing up; why won’t the water drown you out already?
It doesn’t matter. In a state of unrest, you call for help, the sound barely travelling and your voice cracking under the water’s pressure:
[ ♉ ] TAVROS: hELP,
@iustixia
