Who ⚔ Yael & assorted nerds What ⚔ A dungeon run and other things When ⚔ After the party Where ⚔ Errywhere Content Warnings ⚔ Men with their tits out? Alcohol??? No correlation there surprisingly. nsfw i'm sorry mom
[The memory washes over him and leaves its dark stains behind on him like ink on a canvas. No matter how long Yael spends scouring his skin in the days and weeks to come, he'll never be rid of it. What Hector loved, what he'd lost, pain so poignant it sinks into his gut and nauseates him. He feels that sickening lurch in his abdomen twofold and is convinced he'd thrown up offline as well, but he doesn't stop to check. No, even if he wanted to, his fingertips are too weighty with numbness to find their way to his headset.
I don't blame you.
Imagine losing a love even the luckiest find only once in their lifetime. Imagine that pain. Imagine removing that love from this world with your own two hands. Yael, at the very least, is fortunate the one he loved still draws breath in a world far removed from his own. At least she continues to breathe.
When that misplaced memory leaves him, Yael "wakes" to find himself on his knees in the same hall of mirrors he'd so desperately been searching for a way out of. He's lost the will to engage this place on its terms, and so he logs out to set about scouring every inch of his skin under steaming hot water in the hopes that Hector's pain doesn't leave permanent stains on his psyche.
He looks around, halls empty, only his distorted reflections for company. There's an unease in him, lingering from the revelations of Yael's past. He wants to talk to him, but...
A little seed of disappointment settles in him, realizing Yael probably bounced the moment he could. And he wonders why he expected anything different for even a second.
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I don't blame you.
Imagine losing a love even the luckiest find only once in their lifetime. Imagine that pain. Imagine removing that love from this world with your own two hands. Yael, at the very least, is fortunate the one he loved still draws breath in a world far removed from his own. At least she continues to breathe.
When that misplaced memory leaves him, Yael "wakes" to find himself on his knees in the same hall of mirrors he'd so desperately been searching for a way out of. He's lost the will to engage this place on its terms, and so he logs out to set about scouring every inch of his skin under steaming hot water in the hopes that Hector's pain doesn't leave permanent stains on his psyche.
Wishful thinking.]
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[ Still no answer.
He looks around, halls empty, only his distorted reflections for company. There's an unease in him, lingering from the revelations of Yael's past. He wants to talk to him, but...
A little seed of disappointment settles in him, realizing Yael probably bounced the moment he could. And he wonders why he expected anything different for even a second.
He doesn't know that Yael saw something in turn.
Oh well.
Better find his way out himself, then. ]