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[color=#7E354D]BAI SHI
" my own illusion come to be "
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the serpent in question was curled up in their cell, the little area where they were kept away from the other prisoners. they were asleep, garnering what little rest they could before she came by again. they stirred as soon as a scent fell over their nose and scent glands, one that they knew better than anything, but refused to believe. they could barely hear him, thinking he was an illusion.
uncoiling from the ball that they had curled up into the night before, the dragon could be heard moving. even if it was an illusion, it gave them something to do. yawning, they slid over the ground, dragging themselves to go confront whatever had disturbed their sleep. arriving at the front of their den they looked out, eyes catching on the silvery form.
"...? sephiroth...?" they breathed, moving to leave the cell before the bars restricted them. they grunted at the touch of chill in the air, muzzle wanting to bump open the doors. they could smell him clearly and they felt themselves growing thankful yet wary. why was it only him? where was his backup? had he been captured as well?,
they pushed their muzzle against the door, breathing in his scent and hammering down the panick that it brought with it. they licked their lips, wanting to join him in freedom, claws flexing against the ground as they made a noise of curiosity and pain,
"why?"
their bright baby blues were glued to his form, to the safety it gave off. they didn't know if this was real, or if it was fake, but they wanted to be smothered in his presence. shifting against the bars they sighed, sadness tainting their tone, longing. they pushed down and away the memories that were tangled up. even the fear of being sacrificed could not keep away the hope they felt near him, not the undeniable beating of their heart.
he was the second one to ever make their heart lurch in such a way that brought them short of breath, that made their heart squeeze in agony at the thought of losing him. the thought of sephiroth being caught made them want to throw themselves against the door until it gave away. the thought of him coming to rescue them, made their heart play a tune they were not ready for.
the very idea of him being there, also inspired trembling of their body, a blind panic that they felt in their very core. it terrified them, woke the flames of a fear so unnatural that they quaked. it brought upon the mangled memories of falling from a great height only to have teeth and claws rip into their flesh and to hear his voice from on high delivering some fate. but at the same time, it called to them, did battle with the dark thoughts and memories, combining into a mess in their mind.
they just wanted him but he scared them at the same time and they didn't know how to react to him anymore because of it. they ached to be close to him again, reassured by his strength and presence and scent, but they wanted to be far from him, afraid that they would be thrown as the next sacrifice. crouching down they mumbled in a shakey breath, "not real ... not real. he wouldn't come for you, you're disposable." they murmured, convincing themselves it was all some wild dream from the pain that they felt, the fire of the blade burning through their body still, leaving them feverish and prone to hallucinations.
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[color=#7E354D]BAI SHI
" my own illusion come to be "
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the serpent in question was curled up in their cell, the little area where they were kept away from the other prisoners. they were asleep, garnering what little rest they could before she came by again. they stirred as soon as a scent fell over their nose and scent glands, one that they knew better than anything, but refused to believe. they could barely hear him, thinking he was an illusion.
uncoiling from the ball that they had curled up into the night before, the dragon could be heard moving. even if it was an illusion, it gave them something to do. yawning, they slid over the ground, dragging themselves to go confront whatever had disturbed their sleep. arriving at the front of their den they looked out, eyes catching on the silvery form.
"...? sephiroth...?" they breathed, moving to leave the cell before the bars restricted them. they grunted at the touch of chill in the air, muzzle wanting to bump open the doors. they could smell him clearly and they felt themselves growing thankful yet wary. why was it only him? where was his backup? had he been captured as well?,
they pushed their muzzle against the door, breathing in his scent and hammering down the panick that it brought with it. they licked their lips, wanting to join him in freedom, claws flexing against the ground as they made a noise of curiosity and pain,
"why?"
their bright baby blues were glued to his form, to the safety it gave off. they didn't know if this was real, or if it was fake, but they wanted to be smothered in his presence. shifting against the bars they sighed, sadness tainting their tone, longing. they pushed down and away the memories that were tangled up. even the fear of being sacrificed could not keep away the hope they felt near him, not the undeniable beating of their heart.
he was the second one to ever make their heart lurch in such a way that brought them short of breath, that made their heart squeeze in agony at the thought of losing him. the thought of sephiroth being caught made them want to throw themselves against the door until it gave away. the thought of him coming to rescue them, made their heart play a tune they were not ready for.
the very idea of him being there, also inspired trembling of their body, a blind panic that they felt in their very core. it terrified them, woke the flames of a fear so unnatural that they quaked. it brought upon the mangled memories of falling from a great height only to have teeth and claws rip into their flesh and to hear his voice from on high delivering some fate. but at the same time, it called to them, did battle with the dark thoughts and memories, combining into a mess in their mind.
they just wanted him but he scared them at the same time and they didn't know how to react to him anymore because of it. they ached to be close to him again, reassured by his strength and presence and scent, but they wanted to be far from him, afraid that they would be thrown as the next sacrifice. crouching down they mumbled in a shakey breath, "not real ... not real. he wouldn't come for you, you're disposable." they murmured, convincing themselves it was all some wild dream from the pain that they felt, the fire of the blade burning through their body still, leaving them feverish and prone to hallucinations.