[ everything is wrong. it's not quiet enough, he can breathe, and when his eyes snap open and the unfamiliar clothing locks into place as details taken in by the millisecond he knows that he is not adrift any longer. he blinks slowly, though his instincts are honed, a knife of a man first. his fingers close fast around lu bixing's wrist.
this isn't right. this...
god this highlighter pink is killing his eyes. he squints. while his wounds are healed, everything in him is still swimming, nerves on fire down to his knees. they're breathing in the same air. he grabs his wrist just to pull him closer, like he's about to flutter away. fingers tangle in offensively bright fabric until his knuckles crack just a bit.
lu bixing. ]
You.
[ softer, his voice hoarse. ] You're here. How are you here...?
[ this is likely torture, tantalus, everything you want just out of reach. this is a dream, or a nightmare, there's no way... ]
sweatyyyy
this isn't right. this...
god this highlighter pink is killing his eyes. he squints. while his wounds are healed, everything in him is still swimming, nerves on fire down to his knees. they're breathing in the same air. he grabs his wrist just to pull him closer, like he's about to flutter away. fingers tangle in offensively bright fabric until his knuckles crack just a bit.
lu bixing. ]
You.
[ softer, his voice hoarse. ] You're here. How are you here...?
[ this is likely torture, tantalus, everything you want just out of reach. this is a dream, or a nightmare, there's no way... ]