[ Flynn chokes out as the tide ebbs. His breath is coming hard and fast, ragged-edged like knives in his lungs, and the images flow thick like the blood in there: blood dripping from walls and floor, and Sleepers strung up like so much hanging meat, bled dry and weak, dying. Being attacked over and over again, running with nowhere to turn.
Thinking about it seems to release it in a strange way—Blue, he wonders, and then the thought is crushed under the slow clearing of his head like a dam released. He sucks in a steadier breath, opens his eyes. ]
cw: the whole sleeper farm thing
[ Flynn chokes out as the tide ebbs. His breath is coming hard and fast, ragged-edged like knives in his lungs, and the images flow thick like the blood in there: blood dripping from walls and floor, and Sleepers strung up like so much hanging meat, bled dry and weak, dying. Being attacked over and over again, running with nowhere to turn.
Thinking about it seems to release it in a strange way—Blue, he wonders, and then the thought is crushed under the slow clearing of his head like a dam released. He sucks in a steadier breath, opens his eyes. ]
Yuri is still in there. I couldn't do anything.