[ for a brief moment, there's a glimpse of a person beloved and progressively broken through loops; the nightmare that breaks them wears the same face. and at the end, yoru can see - his memories vividly, painfully clear - a heart beating fresh in a hand crimson with more than just blood. a gurgle echoes in his mind, the words: 'your turn.'
he shakes the worst of it off with the help of hickey and andy closing the gate, though by all means, it should stick like the way his clothes stick to him, like the way his hair sticks, like the blood that lingers even through rain and mud and indifference.
he shakes it off because it is not their turn. and now as everything's over, though the loops play in his mind like phantoms, he crawls over to siffrin and draw them in. his hug is one-armed, but still, he tries to shield them from the rain that's gone and the sun that's here.
his eyes flick to the others, making sure everyone's ok and nodding slightly if any meets his. but otherwise, he's where he belongs - with them. ]
cw: mention of siffrin's execution
he shakes the worst of it off with the help of hickey and andy closing the gate, though by all means, it should stick like the way his clothes stick to him, like the way his hair sticks, like the blood that lingers even through rain and mud and indifference.
he shakes it off because it is not their turn. and now as everything's over, though the loops play in his mind like phantoms, he crawls over to siffrin and draw them in. his hug is one-armed, but still, he tries to shield them from the rain that's gone and the sun that's here.
his eyes flick to the others, making sure everyone's ok and nodding slightly if any meets his. but otherwise, he's where he belongs - with them. ]