[ welcome to the void it's terrible here. and sweltering and awful, it's heavy and presses in on all sides, inescapable. each moment rondo burns, she feels it herself, and there's a frightful sort of twitch that possesses her as she wraps her arms around herself and endures. because rondo has endured this, and it can't nearly be as painful here and now as it had been the moment it had happened. she blinks back the wetness in her eyes, because why cry? (for him? maybe.)
he endures.
she knows a bit about enduring, as the void shifts from memory to memory, like a terrible little exchange, and suddenly it is cold and it is dark, and your limbs are once again not your own.
has the moonlight ever been this painful before? ]
the mutilation, the way marina is tearing, tearing at herself, fighting free of the parasite, the awful thing possessing her. the way she cuts into herself - it makes rondo's heart lurch, somewhere between horror and... and, a little bit of awe, impressed with her strength of will, with her will to... to not survive.
to go out on her own terms.
he exhales, and when it ends, rondo reaches out - without realizing, he grabs her hand. ]
[ she's very quiet. she doesn't really know how to parse out what she's just scene beyond the sensation that have flooded her, intermingling with her own stubborn convictions and desires. she doesn't want to hurt anyone. rondo... doesn't want to hurt anyone. in their mutual states of puppetry, she sinks a little bit, but just shakes her head.
he takes her hand and just. squeezes back quite tightly actually. ]
[ ue ue. well, listen. he returns the squeeze - just as tight, steadying, comforting, as he processes the memory. his own is... it's fine, it's done and gone, and not nearly so upsetting, so.
the question surprises a huff of a laugh out of him, and he nods. ] I am, I... feel as though I should be asking you that question. [ though it warms him deeply that she asked him first. ] Are you...? That was...
[ squeezing his own hands, she gives a soft nod, just reaching up to gently ruffle his hair. ]
And you are yourself just as well. All of that... it's not something anyone should have to endure... but it's always like that, isn't it, the way our mettle is tested.
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ig cw: extremely intense body horror/self-mutilation/loss of autonomy
he endures.
she knows a bit about enduring, as the void shifts from memory to memory, like a terrible little exchange, and suddenly it is cold and it is dark, and your limbs are once again not your own.
has the moonlight ever been this painful before? ]
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the mutilation, the way marina is tearing, tearing at herself, fighting free of the parasite, the awful thing possessing her. the way she cuts into herself - it makes rondo's heart lurch, somewhere between horror and... and, a little bit of awe, impressed with her strength of will, with her will to... to not survive.
to go out on her own terms.
he exhales, and when it ends, rondo reaches out - without realizing, he grabs her hand. ]
...Miss Marina...
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he takes her hand and just. squeezes back quite tightly actually. ]
... You okay?
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the question surprises a huff of a laugh out of him, and he nods. ] I am, I... feel as though I should be asking you that question. [ though it warms him deeply that she asked him first. ] Are you...? That was...
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[ she just keeps holding on very tightly. ]
I'm alright. It was just a memory, after all. Can't hurt me now, haha.
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And through everything, you're here now. Right? As you.
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[ squeezing his own hands, she gives a soft nod, just reaching up to gently ruffle his hair. ]
And you are yourself just as well. All of that... it's not something anyone should have to endure... but it's always like that, isn't it, the way our mettle is tested.