TRAUMAPROM

[rootless]

[One moment, you're chatting, eating, or trying to find a way out of this strange garden. The next? The whole world seems to spin around you, colors blazing and swirling, sound muffled—it feels like you're going to faint—

. . .

Seconds later, it's over.

And you're somewhere else entirely. It looks like you're trapped inside a dome of frosted glass; nobody can see in, you can't see out, and should you try to break it, the only thing your efforts will earn you is a bruise.

It's a small space, which you're sharing with one other person—perhaps they're very, very special to you, perhaps they're not. Either way, other than them, all you'll be able to find is a long, sharp knife, and a vial labelled with naught more than a skull and crossbones.]

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Comments

[restorefromsave]

[He waits, watching Tree's efforts and looking around the room for any possible means of escape. He knows there isn't one but still.]

[rootless]

[stops when it's evident that he's only hurting himself, hunkering down in the center of the dome]

Fuck, fuck, fuck--

[restorefromsave]

[Approaches Tempest, touches his shoulder gently.]

Hey.

[rootless]

[....ugh, leans his head against Sion's arm.]

Hey.

[restorefromsave]

I'm going to say something upsetting.

[Tugs Tree into a gentle hug.]

[rootless]

[shuts up, t e n s e]

[restorefromsave]

I haven't been planning on living for a while, Tempest.

[rootless]

Sion.

[restorefromsave]

I did say it was upsetting.

[rootless]

Upsetting doesn't cover it and fuck no.

[restorefromsave]

I don't plan to roll over and die here. But of the two of us, I'm the better candidate. We still have the option to bargain even after deciding that.

[rootless]

[ok but the sound he's making is not remotely human and it's deeply distressed, even though he's put on his cold face]

[restorefromsave]

[Runs his fingers through Tempest's hair, trying to be soothing.]

[rootless]

I hate this and I'm not letting either of us die I hate this and fuck you for pulling that shit.

[restorefromsave]

Feel free to kick my ass when we're out of here.

[rootless]

I'd kick your ass now but we probably don't have time.

[restorefromsave]

I'm glad we're on the same page.

[rootless]

Ugh.

I'm willing to give up my abilities.

[restorefromsave]

I'd rather you not. People may need healing after this.

[rootless]

Ecxept for healing, then.

[restorefromsave]

I'll offer my skills as well.

[rootless]

[nods]

What else...

[restorefromsave]

Memories, senses.... Service perhaps.

[rootless]

Not memories. The other two, though...

[restorefromsave]

A year's service then.