The darkness was the first thing Yukine noticed, and it wiped out all other thought— he needed to get out- he needed to get out now. However he managed to do it, he's out now, drenched with water, throat hoarse from what he imagined must have been him screaming, fingertips bloodied from clawing at the walls of that well he's leaned back against, heaving breaths that do nothing to calm him down.
"Crybaby. Are you scared of the—-" ]
—A line!!
[ The flowers' words cut off immediately, flower heads falling to the ground as if something had sliced straight through their stems with a sword.
Yukine lowers his hand, two fingers pressed together, trembling, scowling. ]
Shut up.
iv. [ This whole place unsettles him. The strange colors are something he could get used to in time, harmless as they are, and the talking flowers he can accept just as easily so long as he doesn't listen to them and pretend they don't exist. What's unsettling is people not pretending he doesn't exist- is people being able to see him- is people speaking to him.
There's a little flame of happiness when he realizes this, a hope that he tries to hold onto so he can focus on that instead of being scared or confused or anything that might show weakness. It's because of that, that he tries to be careful, his hand always up and at the ready, but the field of flowers he eventually comes across makes him lower his hand, lips parting in wonderment.
He stops before the nearest one, the flower swaying near his feet. ]
Not going to say anything? [ He mumbles under his breath, holding back from stomping it into the ground. ] ...Suzuha would have loved to see this...
wc. [ For any other scenario you want to play out! ]
yukine | noragami
[ It's dark.
The darkness was the first thing Yukine noticed, and it wiped out all other thought— he needed to get out- he needed to get out now. However he managed to do it, he's out now, drenched with water, throat hoarse from what he imagined must have been him screaming, fingertips bloodied from clawing at the walls of that well he's leaned back against, heaving breaths that do nothing to calm him down.
"Crybaby. Are you scared of the—-" ]
—A line!!
[ The flowers' words cut off immediately, flower heads falling to the ground as if something had sliced straight through their stems with a sword.
Yukine lowers his hand, two fingers pressed together, trembling, scowling. ]
Shut up.
iv.
[ This whole place unsettles him. The strange colors are something he could get used to in time, harmless as they are, and the talking flowers he can accept just as easily so long as he doesn't listen to them and pretend they don't exist. What's unsettling is people not pretending he doesn't exist- is people being able to see him- is people speaking to him.
There's a little flame of happiness when he realizes this, a hope that he tries to hold onto so he can focus on that instead of being scared or confused or anything that might show weakness. It's because of that, that he tries to be careful, his hand always up and at the ready, but the field of flowers he eventually comes across makes him lower his hand, lips parting in wonderment.
He stops before the nearest one, the flower swaying near his feet. ]
Not going to say anything? [ He mumbles under his breath, holding back from stomping it into the ground. ] ...Suzuha would have loved to see this...
wc.
[ For any other scenario you want to play out! ]