[Not the mental hole, the loss. He'd learned over the years how to detach from physical pain. It takes shape now as the white coeurls of Galahd, in an effort to try and not let him fall prey to the loss that keeps coming back time and again. But that beast won't leave the holes in the head.
Help me!
Nyx forces himself to refocus, forces that coeurl to turn back in the direction of the conversation. Where he felt like he could get lost in the unending chaos of Annie's galaxy, he's sure he could get lost in the blackness of his mind.]
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Date: 2017-07-05 06:01 pm (UTC)[Not the mental hole, the loss. He'd learned over the years how to detach from physical pain. It takes shape now as the white coeurls of Galahd, in an effort to try and not let him fall prey to the loss that keeps coming back time and again. But that beast won't leave the holes in the head.
Help me!
Nyx forces himself to refocus, forces that coeurl to turn back in the direction of the conversation. Where he felt like he could get lost in the unending chaos of Annie's galaxy, he's sure he could get lost in the blackness of his mind.]
( You? )