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it was trapped between two lungs
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akisazame[There was a method to the nightmares. First: Hod, empty and still. The sound of his feet reverberating like echoed whispers in his ears, the shortness of his breath as he ran. No matter how far he ran or where he turned, only dead stone was there to greet him. Mary, his parents, the servants-- he had to find them even though every inch of him wanted to flee.
At some point the stone becomes white, the skies become clear. And he remembers just who it was he was searching for, and when he reaches out towards that figure standing atop the ruins--
It's a good thing he doesn't scream when he wakes up.
His throat feels dry. The sheets are tangled around him, his hand raised as if trying to grab onto something. Guy stares, breathing heavily before he sits up. He runs his hands over his face and tries to remind himself that he's here, right now, in this moment and place.
Ha. Not like this was his planet or his universe, for that matter.
Guy feels woozy. Sick. He closes his eyes and hunches over.]
At some point the stone becomes white, the skies become clear. And he remembers just who it was he was searching for, and when he reaches out towards that figure standing atop the ruins--
It's a good thing he doesn't scream when he wakes up.
His throat feels dry. The sheets are tangled around him, his hand raised as if trying to grab onto something. Guy stares, breathing heavily before he sits up. He runs his hands over his face and tries to remind himself that he's here, right now, in this moment and place.
Ha. Not like this was his planet or his universe, for that matter.
Guy feels woozy. Sick. He closes his eyes and hunches over.]
