[This is getting to him too much, more than it should. And he knows why, of course. The wounds are still fresh. Not even close to being healed. So the pain of it is still just as intense as when it just happened. And it's not like with the other timelines, where all he has is fragments and his subconscious trying to fill in the blanks. These memories are all complete. Vivid.
And flashing through his head right now.
It has to stop. He wants it - needs it - to stop, he can't handle this right now, not this soon, just stop already
just stop
stop, stop, stop, stop stop-]
S t o p .
[...He hadn't meant to actually say that out loud. Damn it.]
[Everything goes still. Serif's words have seemingly brought the world to a halt. No more voices, no more taunting, no more echoes of people he's failed.
Time crawls and crawls, like a half-dead animal, and there's no telling if it's been seconds or minutes.
Then the light of the window abruptly goes dart, bathing the entire hallway in darkness.]
[Serif doesn't look up at those final words. Or even when everything finally goes quiet. He just stands there, in the hall, his breathing just a little too fast. His gaze is fixed on the floor, mostly because he's not sure what else to do with himself.
He isn't hearing anymore voices now...
Silence.
Just silence...
...
And now the paranoia's setting in, of course, as he wonders if it's really over or just messing with him some more. If it is the second, though, he's not sticking around to find out. Without looking up or moving, he teleports away. He's not even sure where, just... away. Someplace where he can recover from... that.
Looks like he'll have to catch up on sleep during his shift again.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Are you okay? Even if I'm not okay, I can make you feel better. We can make all the promises. You can kill me as many times as you want.
I can even make your brother be quiet. Just like I did before.
[Soft and distressed:]
Just please just don't leave me again.
no subject
And flashing through his head right now.
It has to stop. He wants it - needs it - to stop, he can't handle this right now, not this soon, just stop already
just stop
stop, stop, stop, stop stop-]
S t o p .
[...He hadn't meant to actually say that out loud. Damn it.]
1/2
Time crawls and crawls, like a half-dead animal, and there's no telling if it's been seconds or minutes.
Then the light of the window abruptly goes dart, bathing the entire hallway in darkness.]
2/3 i lied.
It's all just a bad dream.
And you're NEVER waking up.
3/3
no subject
He isn't hearing anymore voices now...
Silence.
Just silence...
...
And now the paranoia's setting in, of course, as he wonders if it's really over or just messing with him some more. If it is the second, though, he's not sticking around to find out. Without looking up or moving, he teleports away. He's not even sure where, just... away. Someplace where he can recover from... that.
Looks like he'll have to catch up on sleep during his shift again.]