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

[rootless]

You'd think we'd be- used to it by now...

[his voice breaks, and he ducks his head, leaning up against Sion instead]

[restorefromsave]

[Wraps his arms around him.]

You'd think. But somehow it never quite settles.

[rootless]

...Be careful. You don't want my feelings right now.

[restorefromsave]

[I might never have them again. Sion says nothing and instead takes off his gloves, tangles his fingers in Tempest's hair, and holds him.]

[rootless]

[well enjoy that veritable hurricane of hate-anger-regret-anguish and a lot more that can't even be identified past those feelings]

[restorefromsave]

[Just pets him gently, a little overwhelmed but trying to be comforting.]

...I love you. I'm sorry it's a selfish thing to say at the moment. But I wanted to at least say it.

[rootless]

[OH OKAY

FUCKING SOBBING]

[restorefromsave]

I'm sorry.

[Sits down, drags Tempest with him. Feeling helpless and lost.]

[rootless]

[clings and cries and shakes]

'Love you. I love you.

[restorefromsave]

I know.

[He kisses the top of Tempest's head.]

I love you too. I've always admired how much you care, even when I was yelling at you for it.

[rootless]

[oh fuck pitiful noise

fuck it you have a sad birddeer trying to fit in your lap except it's like. a saint bernard twice over.

AT LEAST IT'S LIGHT???]

[restorefromsave]

[I will cuddle this giant sad birddeer and pet it.]

[rootless]

[SAD BIRDDEER NOISESSSSS

loveloveANGUISHHHHHHHHH]

[restorefromsave]

We'll be fine Tempest. Even without memories I'll still be myself.

[rootless]

I know. And I'll still love you. But it will be hard.

[restorefromsave]

[Pets his face.]

I don't know what to offer that would mean more.

[rootless]

[dips his face to nuzzle Sion carefully, and it's evident that his beak is also wood.]

Thank you.

[restorefromsave]

[Cups Tempest's beak, feeling the wood under his fingers.]

Whatever my personal reasons, I'm not cruel enough to want to die in front of you.

[rootless]

Thank you, though. For doing so much. Always.

[restorefromsave]

...Thank you too. I love you so much... I... I'm sorry I'm not so good at this.

[rootless]

It's okay. I love you.

[calming enough to shift back, tucking himself properly in Sion's lap again.]

[restorefromsave]

[Wraps his arms around him.]

Well, since we're here, is there anything you want to talk about?

[Before we can't any more, one way or another.]

[rootless]

I, there's too much, I can't... You decide.

[restorefromsave]

I don't know where to...

[rootless]

[THEN I GUESS I'LL JUST TUCK MY HEAD UNDER YOUR CHIN AND REVEL IN YOUR PRESENCE]