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Mortalities I: When Fires Go Out
Title: Mortalities I: When Fires Go Out
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums
Warnings: This can and may well get a little graphic and appears to the untrained eye as "suicide". Please, do not read any further if you are younger and/or sensitive audience.
He was restless.
It was a familiar restlessness combined with a fear that had, at least once, proven as a rational and well-based fear. The secret had been kept ever since and for those Times after, he'd completed this alone in the best environment he could find for survival.
Still, it was a hard struggle -- tell someone and risk getting another internal organ taken out, or not to tell someone and hope to hell he could make it through this time. And for this struggle, Renne had retreated to a Sensorium in the fervent hope he might not be caught. Which in itself was likely a vain hope but for what he knew to be needed....he knew not where else to go.
And he felt Time was not on his side.
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums
Warnings: This can and may well get a little graphic and appears to the untrained eye as "suicide". Please, do not read any further if you are younger and/or sensitive audience.
He was restless.
It was a familiar restlessness combined with a fear that had, at least once, proven as a rational and well-based fear. The secret had been kept ever since and for those Times after, he'd completed this alone in the best environment he could find for survival.
Still, it was a hard struggle -- tell someone and risk getting another internal organ taken out, or not to tell someone and hope to hell he could make it through this time. And for this struggle, Renne had retreated to a Sensorium in the fervent hope he might not be caught. Which in itself was likely a vain hope but for what he knew to be needed....he knew not where else to go.
And he felt Time was not on his side.