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dramatispersonae) wrote2011-11-12 12:28 pm
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Riful's Heart.
[everything goes away.]
[sight, sound, taste, touch, smell - you lose yourself to the nothing that waits through the doorway. do you have a body? a mind? what is such a thing? for a dizzying moment, you might not even be sure you have a "you" to identify these concepts with.]
[then, wrenching and violent, the confusion of the senses pummels itself back inside you like seasoning pounded into raw meat, and you're left, painfully sensate, on an open plain.]
[sight, sound, taste, touch, smell - you lose yourself to the nothing that waits through the doorway. do you have a body? a mind? what is such a thing? for a dizzying moment, you might not even be sure you have a "you" to identify these concepts with.]
[then, wrenching and violent, the confusion of the senses pummels itself back inside you like seasoning pounded into raw meat, and you're left, painfully sensate, on an open plain.]
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Aroo?
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Thank you for that.
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[then it bites your hand in gratitude]
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I hope you feel better.
[and I am going to stuff some supplies in my pocket and go back to that pool to wash off]
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[you might notice that the blood washing off your hand, against the light of the pool, is the same color as the liquid on the pool's surface already.]
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I don't uppose you'd stay if I told you to, would you?
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[... that's a no '-']
[are you leaving the cave of pockets, then?
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[you start to hear the murmur of voices, still indistinct, and ... ahead, there is ... light ...?]
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[you overhear the tail end of this conversation.]