Armacalic
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Re: Eyes of Flame (Koel & Mantis)
‘Pathetic’
The word rung in the kid’s ears for the longest time, remaining with him, alongside the returning stinging of his eyes, using his hands to cover his face, due to the mix of shame and pain. He was simply pathetic, too weak to do anything for himself, or for others… The feelings welled up in his chest, causing him to sob silently for a bit, until his own tears started causing discomfort to him as well.
Desperation and exhaustion started to settle in, as the burning sensation finally came back in full force, but being unable to move, he was at the mercy of his ghost pain which grew and grew without anything he could do other than clench his teeth, until finally, thankfully, his senses started to dull, the dream world claiming his consciousness.
His mind drifted off, thankful for the break from the searing pain, in turn, helping keep his mind from dangerous thoughts he’d rather not have, for his own sake, and Varan’s wish…
Koel’s eyes would shot open, the kid gave a sigh of relief at the thought of a bit of a break from the light, though even without it, the burning sensation wasn’t completely gone. There was something calling his attention, however, clanking noises approaching steadily to him. He closed his eyes, to calm the pain a bit and letting him concentrate on hearing, faint footsteps, of a child perhaps, accompanied the clanking.
The owner of the tiny footsteps entered the room, causing the kid no amount of thoughts that made him recoil a little bit, even as his mind told him he was in the presence of a child; A thought that he quickly chastised himself for, as he reminded himself where he was and who were his captors.
“Morning” came the greeting, to which Koel replied with a meek “H-hi.” of his own, feeling both drowsy, embarrassed and in pain. The young man had there were very few reasons someone of the kunoichi would be there, and he didn’t feel like finding out why, until his nose caught a whiff of something, causing his stomach to quake to make him aware of his own needs.
“Eat up?” Koel asked, somewhat surprised, but thankful all the same, as he extended his hand toward the source of the voice slowly, touching gingerly of the tray before he grabbed onto the plate, a small smile forming in his face. “… thanks.” He replied sheepishly, as he found the spoon and started shoveling the soup into his mouth.
‘Pathetic’
The word rung in the kid’s ears for the longest time, remaining with him, alongside the returning stinging of his eyes, using his hands to cover his face, due to the mix of shame and pain. He was simply pathetic, too weak to do anything for himself, or for others… The feelings welled up in his chest, causing him to sob silently for a bit, until his own tears started causing discomfort to him as well.
Desperation and exhaustion started to settle in, as the burning sensation finally came back in full force, but being unable to move, he was at the mercy of his ghost pain which grew and grew without anything he could do other than clench his teeth, until finally, thankfully, his senses started to dull, the dream world claiming his consciousness.
His mind drifted off, thankful for the break from the searing pain, in turn, helping keep his mind from dangerous thoughts he’d rather not have, for his own sake, and Varan’s wish…
Koel’s eyes would shot open, the kid gave a sigh of relief at the thought of a bit of a break from the light, though even without it, the burning sensation wasn’t completely gone. There was something calling his attention, however, clanking noises approaching steadily to him. He closed his eyes, to calm the pain a bit and letting him concentrate on hearing, faint footsteps, of a child perhaps, accompanied the clanking.
The owner of the tiny footsteps entered the room, causing the kid no amount of thoughts that made him recoil a little bit, even as his mind told him he was in the presence of a child; A thought that he quickly chastised himself for, as he reminded himself where he was and who were his captors.
“Morning” came the greeting, to which Koel replied with a meek “H-hi.” of his own, feeling both drowsy, embarrassed and in pain. The young man had there were very few reasons someone of the kunoichi would be there, and he didn’t feel like finding out why, until his nose caught a whiff of something, causing his stomach to quake to make him aware of his own needs.
“Eat up?” Koel asked, somewhat surprised, but thankful all the same, as he extended his hand toward the source of the voice slowly, touching gingerly of the tray before he grabbed onto the plate, a small smile forming in his face. “… thanks.” He replied sheepishly, as he found the spoon and started shoveling the soup into his mouth.