#shardsofmysanity

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@shardsofmysanity:

    He’s not sure how long he’s been out. Not to mention where     he is, what day it is, how he got here, and wait why is he     chained to a wall???

    Panic runs through his body like lightning. His eyes widen     instantly and he starts pulling on the chains.

 “  What– What the fuck?! What’s going on??  “  He doesn’t     normally get into this much trouble when he blacks out.

     A sharp inhale was cut short as the Elemental struggled to calm herself. Being chained up was a situation that called for panic, but as usual, such a thing was only translated to anger for Tya. If it wasn’t enough that her own body was working against her, threatening to break through on it’s own, the much too tight chains around her wrists were begging to break skin as well. 

     Upon hearing the sound of another voice, she flinched, ice blue eyes flickering around the room until they landed on the red hue a few feet from her. 

     “A wonderful question,” she replied with an unintentional growl. “I’ve yet to see our assailant, unless you claim such a title.” 

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He lost.

With one final slash from the scythe meister, the moon is engulfed in black, drowning everything in a chasm of emptiness, until he can’t see anything anymore; until his world has yet again been enclosed in a tight bag, from which nothing can ever escape again. He’s lost, and he knows he’ll be trapped in this repeat of a prison for the next who-knows-how-long.

Of course, madness never dies. He’ll find a way out if it kills him. But for now, he closes his eyes. He’s so...exhausted.

... ... ...

Yet...when he opens them again -- it’s still dark, but a different sort of dark. When he shifts, he finds that he can’t feel his wound anymore, and when his vision focuses, he finds that he’s in a completely unfamiliar place.

What is this cramped room, with its roof far too low to allow anyone to stand up inside it? There are lights flashing outside, and the world outside the room is cruising by. This had to be a dream... Though it was a rather odd one. And peering a little farther out, there seemed to be someone else here, too. Was it someone he knew, showing up in his dreams? He couldn’t tell with the figure’s back to him.

“...Who are you?” he mumbles groggily, eyes still half-closed.

...His scarves don’t feel like skin in this dream.

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Asura’s head is craning up at the sky, gazing silently at where the meister is pointing. Whatever expression he has is muffled by his scarves...until he decides to let them fall away from his face. There’s a breeze flowing through the air, and it’s...not bad.

He isn’t very well acquainted with the stars, even though he did use to stargaze here and there a long time ago. It’s not as peaceful with someone else around. Even though he used to do this with Vajra.

The night sky is so...spacious.

The end of his mouth curls in a slight smirk, and without looking at the meister, he says, “How would you like to see it more up close?”

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azalea, daffodil

{ flower asks }

AZALEA: What’s a movie you cried while watching?

- ; “Cujo. I really hate seeing animals in pain..”

DAFFODIL: What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received?

- ; “A sweater that a friend of mine made for me. I think being dedicated enough to make a sweater for someone is really nice. Plus, it’s comfortable.”