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42ee29 [Kaiki] [night dryve]
c5d194 My hands scrape against the wall behind me, the tips of my fingers coming off raw from the brutality that I slashed them across the rough surface with, and the pain sends a bolt through my body; up my arm and into my heart. I rush backwards, slamming my arms onto the wall, and almost my face. I grasp at it. It is real. It is real. Always here. The stone-bricked, rough wall. Feel its grooves. Feel it through the pain. It is real. My ragged breathing slows down, but my eyes remain wide against the dark. Breathe. Calm. I am real. This is real. I close my eyes and close my mouth, breathing heavily through my nose once again like I was a day ago, or two days ago, or a week ago. I do not know how long it has been. The dungeon has been messing with me. The dark has been messing with me.
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c5d194 I cry with heaving sobs, I am alone once again, alone in this cursed labyrinth of nothing. My tears splatter against the idiotic floor, along with the fresh, hot blood from my slit wrists. All is lost. My mind is mush. I am alone. Nothing matters. I am alone. This accursed world and its accursed people, condemning me to the lowest out of all of them, testing the abyss, and the abyss engulfing me. I am lost. I thrash around , slamming my fists into the cold ground. They are lost. Everything crumbles.
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c5d194 Sobbing. Sobbing all my insides out, spilling them onto the floor. All is lost.
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c5d194 “Please! Don’t leave me here! I’m sorry. I'm sorry! Do not go! For all the love of God in this world, please!” I scream into the void, straining against my chains. I shriek with something unearthly from inside of me, and pull against the unbothered metal, hoping to strain it, hoping to break it. I have to find them. I have to. I pull with inhuman might against the chains, roaring like a beast, slam after slam, pushing my wrists to breaking point, cutting open my filthy skin on the rusted metal, until I slump to the floor, sobbing.
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c5d194 I jolt upwards. My neck is sore again. My wrists ache horribly, and the darkness persists. I rub at my eyes, the chains clinking, and stumble to my feet. I stand there, then I remember where I am. “Hello?” I call out. No response. The dungeon echoes back at me. My pace quickens. “Hello? Are you there?” I say with more urgency. Only the dungeon. No voice. “Hey! Where are you!” I yell, breathing heavily. I try walking forwards blindly in the dark, but my chains snap me backwards and I stumble, but still manage to keep my footing.
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c5d194 Moments pass. I can hear my heart thumping once again. I shift over to my side. Trying to stop the feeling that everything is wrong. I want to continue talking with them. I want to speak with them. I need to. I am scared. I clench my eyes shut hard. I must try to sleep. They will be here in the morning. I am fine. I am not alone. Slowly, my face soothes and my muscles relax. I feel myself falling.
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c5d194 Then there is silence.
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c5d194 “I think I will sleep, it has been very pleasant talking to you.” they say with warmth in their tone. “I believe you when you say that everyone needs someone to show them their own beauty.” My vision shatters. “Oh, yes. You should sleep. I will try to do so as well.” I say, blinking even harder. The darkness seems to ooze back into my vision. “Best of nights.” they say quietly. “Sweetest dreams” I whisper.
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a57957 bruh.
f879f5 SHUT UP. I'M TRYING TO DO SOMETHING.
c5d194 We sit in a comfortable, happy silence. I feel my blinks slow. “I wonder what time it is?” I drawl slowly, blissfully. They yawn. “I do not know, late most likely, wouldn’t you say?” “Makes sense.” I say. I blink the sleep away from my eyes. This is so nice. I am very happy. I could not be happier.
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c5d194 I sigh with ease after catching my breath. “I do not think I could ever live up to your work, it is way beyond my capacity.” “Nonsense,” they tease, “I am sure with enough practice you could do wonders. Hell, if I set you infront of my loom, I bet you could immediately make great work.” “I do not think so, but maybe you could teach me.” I say, chuckling. “Mmm” they say with a warm tone, as if this would be very acceptable to them.
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32e0fa D side this rikkor
c5d194 We both laugh for some time. I honestly cannot tell how long. It feels heavenly.
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a57957 what are they, then?
c5d194 They laugh, snorting. I also laugh. “But that’s a lie!” they say, giggling. I chuckle. “One must do anything he can when selling bent sticks that allows him to fill his belly.” They burst out again. “Well now I see that we indeed weave with very different motives, as different as they can get!”
f879f5 MF THEY'RE NOT RECOLORS.
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a57957 d-sides are color palette swaps. what exactly the d in there is supposed to mean, i don't know.
c5d194 “Well, what do you do for a living?” they question. “Me?” I ask, surprised. “Mhm.” they say. I mull it over, and then laugh. “Well, I do not have a specific work that I do.” “Oh?” they implore. “Yes. See, I travel the world.” I divulge, “I wandered the lands, stopping from town to town, before I ended up at York and got brought in here.” I think for a moment. “I forgot to say so, but I also weave.” “What? Really?” They say with an excited tone. “Yes, but I weave baskets.” my lips crinkle into a smile. “It is an easy job when you travel, finding weeds and looping them and then going to the nearest bazaar and selling what I have, saying it's of highest quality, imported from master basketeers from the East.”
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f879f5 PLEASE JUST GIVE ME A CHARACTER TO MAKE D-SIDE.
32e0fa What is d siding
c5d194 There is quiet. “Oh.” they say. “I would have it with me now if they had not taken it from me.” I say reflectively.
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a57957 uuuuuuuuuuuu..............
c6658f nigga the internet here for a reason
c5d194 There is silence for a moment. “You say it speaks to you?” they break the silence. “Pardon?” I say. “Oh. Well, yes.” “How so?” they say. I lean back and divulge into my memories. Leaving home. Finding the tapestry at the bazaar. Standing there after reading the quote on the back and staring aimlessly at the work. Dimitri asked if I was going to buy it or not. “I found it, and it resonated with me so deeply that I felt it in my bones. The quote, the river, whispered to me what I had been thinking for a while before finding it. I took it with me.”
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