basketcase. ft pk.
by the time they finish the simulation, seulgi is fracturing. there is a pounding in her chest that feels more like the hooves of a stampede of horses forcing her down, trampling her than it does like the beating of her heart. there is a migrane that pounds at her temples and a wild panic in her eyes, fingers curling into her hair, against her temples, as she drops to her knees. she curls in on herself, tries to remembered the meditative breaths, the careful visualizations, all the things she is supposed to do and say and focus on when the magic is roaring and rampant inside her.
but what can one girl do against that force?
its always there, knocking at the door to her mind, threatening to sweep in like a flood and consume her. and times like this, when she is exhausted from channeling that magic, that raw and wild energy, she can feel the walls she has constructed breaking down, crumbling beneath the onslaught. the air around her crackles with the energy surging through her. she's pushed herself too far, over extended herself in some stupid simulation like a complete fucking idiot. she's still cognizant enough to know she needs to get herself together, present enough to know she needs to reign it in, shut down the impulse in her to channel the magic through her until it explodes around her.
sometimes she feels like it might rip her apart.
a hand heavy on her shoulder provides an anchoring point, has dazed eyes flickering up, up, to the boy she's been working with for the simulation - park kyung, called a monster just as she is, different names for similar demons, she supposes. she focuses on his face and tries to breathe, she thinks he might be saying something but the roaring in her ears makes it difficult to hear. minutes pass one by one as she slowly pulls the power back into herself, bottling it all up tight in the center of her chest like a bomb waiting to explode.
"thanks." she murmurs, quick and grateful for the lack of fear in his eyes, pushing up to her feet as her head spins slightly, eyes squeezing shut tight, one hand moving to grab his arm to brace herself. "well this is fucking embarrassing, isn't it? promise i'm not always a basket case."