Lady Selune
TheMushroomLord
He followed her easily, allowing her to lead him by the hand without a second thought. Or a first thought, for that matter. He didn't notice much of anything aside from the fact that walking felt oddly disconnected. Like he was just a spectator watching from inside somebody else's head as they moved about. The flickering lights, too, looked strange. He could see so many colours in them.
These things were only passing thoughts rather than deep considerations, however, and he barely even realized that he had stopped still in the hallway the moment that Dolly had left his side. He could still hear her talking, though. Half of what she said was lost in the muddle of his mind, or perhaps it just didn't make much sense to him. But he did catch her asking his name. A question which set him lethargically pondering the answer, slowly raising his hands and turning them over to look at them. The lights and colours danced across his fingers unnaturally, and he could see an afterimage of them as he spread them out. But they didn't appear to hold any clues for him.
He hadn't much time to wonder over it, anyway. A horrible screeching sound promptly rent the air, chasing away any halting thoughts that he had and replacing them with pure, mindless instinct. Immediately, his hands flew to clutch his head. A shout tore free from his throat, only to be lost in the deafening noise. Then the hallway was plunged into darkness, and everything went eerily silent.
But not for him.
For him, the darkness was overflowing with voices. Whispers that had seemed before to be distant background noise, but now sounded close and excited; harsh and cold; surrounding and clawing at him like countless hands reaching desperately to grab him and drag him down into the inky black. His breathing grew faster and shallower. It felt like something, somewhere, were breaking open. That was what the whispers wanted. Most of them were in some terrifying unknown language, and there were too many and too much haziness to understand even the ones that weren't. But he could feel that they wanted him to let them through, like a muscle memory.
He wanted to fall to the ground and cover his head, but before his body could follow through, another collided with it, causing him to freeze and his breath to catch as it clung to him. The boy hesitated for a moment before, very slowly and haltingly, lowering his arms to wrap around the child in return.
It was uncertain for how long they were left standing there huddled in the dark. It felt like ages. A nightmarish eternity, even. But time was fairly fluid for him in his present state, and eventually the lights did return. He opened his eyes to look around warily as soon as they did, spotting what looked like a few hairline cracks running across the walls around them, but they had vanished by the time the little girl had raised her head from his shirt. That gave him an uneasy feeling somewhere deep in his chest, but the haze was once again weighing over him now that instinct was no longer needed. Such that when Dolly moved away he remained dully in place, looking around equally as dully, the speaker announcements passing over him unrecognized but for a slight flinch at their onset.
These things were only passing thoughts rather than deep considerations, however, and he barely even realized that he had stopped still in the hallway the moment that Dolly had left his side. He could still hear her talking, though. Half of what she said was lost in the muddle of his mind, or perhaps it just didn't make much sense to him. But he did catch her asking his name. A question which set him lethargically pondering the answer, slowly raising his hands and turning them over to look at them. The lights and colours danced across his fingers unnaturally, and he could see an afterimage of them as he spread them out. But they didn't appear to hold any clues for him.
He hadn't much time to wonder over it, anyway. A horrible screeching sound promptly rent the air, chasing away any halting thoughts that he had and replacing them with pure, mindless instinct. Immediately, his hands flew to clutch his head. A shout tore free from his throat, only to be lost in the deafening noise. Then the hallway was plunged into darkness, and everything went eerily silent.
But not for him.
For him, the darkness was overflowing with voices. Whispers that had seemed before to be distant background noise, but now sounded close and excited; harsh and cold; surrounding and clawing at him like countless hands reaching desperately to grab him and drag him down into the inky black. His breathing grew faster and shallower. It felt like something, somewhere, were breaking open. That was what the whispers wanted. Most of them were in some terrifying unknown language, and there were too many and too much haziness to understand even the ones that weren't. But he could feel that they wanted him to let them through, like a muscle memory.
He wanted to fall to the ground and cover his head, but before his body could follow through, another collided with it, causing him to freeze and his breath to catch as it clung to him. The boy hesitated for a moment before, very slowly and haltingly, lowering his arms to wrap around the child in return.
It was uncertain for how long they were left standing there huddled in the dark. It felt like ages. A nightmarish eternity, even. But time was fairly fluid for him in his present state, and eventually the lights did return. He opened his eyes to look around warily as soon as they did, spotting what looked like a few hairline cracks running across the walls around them, but they had vanished by the time the little girl had raised her head from his shirt. That gave him an uneasy feeling somewhere deep in his chest, but the haze was once again weighing over him now that instinct was no longer needed. Such that when Dolly moved away he remained dully in place, looking around equally as dully, the speaker announcements passing over him unrecognized but for a slight flinch at their onset.
