█ ▌┋ 「♙」` [ walkedclouds ]
everything is black. and it feels black ; all encompassing. the kind of black that seeps into muscle fibres -- behind eyes -- within blood. he blinks. black. he sighs. black. he clenches eyes shut so tightly that perhaps he might see stars, a ghost effect on the lids. black.
he isn’t sure what’s real. is he dreaming? is he dead? was he ever even alive?
what’s my name again?
who am i?
white.
⊰ ☾ ⊱ ❛ where am i? ❜
a familiar hue of blue encompasses spoken words, the man rubbing his brow in greeting. the room is unfamiliar -- frighteningly so. were it not for his sluggish state, perhaps he’d have began panicking sooner. as it is, thin fingers lift dust from the corner of his eyes. eyes that drink in surroundings like a man starved of sight.
circuit boards, pipes, misplaced bits and bobbits -- everywhere. was he in a crash? a spark of electricity -- flashes of light, red buttons blinking ; a girl, unconscious. emergency sirens, red red red. is that blood dripping down her cheek?
where is he?
❛ are you-- ❜
fingertips brush her pulse point ; heart still beating ; relief.
❛ --oh thank god. ❜
