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trypanophobic) wrote2019-06-22 10:32 pm
trypanophobic) wrote2019-06-22 10:32 pm
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1 x 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼
[somehow, Blue, Gon and Killua, evacuating as a unit, have somehow in the panic of the crowds and the visual thick of the fog become split up.
and when Killua recognizes Gon's silhouette again, it's away from everyone else—which he finds kind of odd... but Killua runs towards him, regardless. once he becomes clear in his sight, Killua suddenly stops in his tracks, realizing immediately something feels very off. it's a feeling only; the energy that this vessel emanates is not like Gon's at all.
it steps forward, and Killua remains solid in his tracks, trying to understand what the hell is going on. not an inch about him looks unlike Gon. is it an affect of the thick fog? he says Killua's name as he steps closer, that he had something to tell him, but they had to be alone. it then professes that they should just go back to how they always were. that maybe they could use the confusion to run away, and just be alone.
Killua stammers out clumsy disagreements, increasingly agitated, and it reaches out. Killua realizes, then, indeed, this is not Gon. there is no warmth to his touch. in fact, Killua's breath catches in his throat in a gasp, the contact actually beginning to sting. he holds a terrified gaze on the visage of this thing that isn't his friend, unable to bring himself to move, even as his flesh burns under its possessive hold.]
—I don't understand... Don't you want to be together?
Stop it, [Killua pleads tensely, yanking his arm, and the thing yanks back.]
Killua! Listen to me!
[Killua squeezes his eyes shut, shoving his arm hard against the clone.] I said stop!!
[it doesn't relent, and pleads its tender feelings, holding desperately onto Killua's arm, which releases the caustic, disgusting stench of burning flesh in plumes of steam, now. Killua doesn't think—he reacts, claws springing from the tips of his fingers as he mercilessly slashes the thing across its middle—and a moment before it disperses in harmless steam, it looks a cross between surprised and hurt.
panting, arm bloody, and frankly, quite disgusting looking, still slightly steamy, Killua stares in apprehensive terror to where the thing once stood. his heart is racing, and he remembers what his brother said all those years ago: some day, he'd kill Gon.
so he...stands there, mind completely blanked in terror as he recovers.
be careful how you approach! he's almost disassociating. he may attack, or maybe you'll shake him back down to reality.]
2 x 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓰 (a)
[Killua is frantic. terrified. whether or not his state of shock has been intervened with, he's back running, searching desperately—but he's distrustful of almost everyone he runs into. they could also be clones. things have just been continuing to go badly for Killua—he has gotten no closer to finding his friends, and the elevated state of terror triggered by fake murdering his fake best friend has remained; he feels like he can't escape Illumi's icy, watchful gaze. all the terror, all the vulnerability—it's all there is right now.
he's tensely wound up, eyes wide, and he looks like a cornered, panicked animal.
even now, he's beginning to lose sight of himself. of what he's even trying to do.]
3 x 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓰 (b)
[—oooor maybe Killua is staggering around, eyes half lid, looking confused and almost drugged up. he's having a hard time focusing, figuring out what he needs to be doing—who he's looking for...
all he can hear is the distant ringing of Illumi's voice, and Killua is so tired from the terror. from the pursuit of someone who isn't even here, but Killua can't think of that, right now. it feels real. it feels like Illumi is really here. it feels like he's never going to be free, and he just feels exhausted. he staggers hard sideways, a hand on his head, and maybe knocks into a nearby wall—or person.
he doesn't think he can do it, anymore.]
[somehow, Blue, Gon and Killua, evacuating as a unit, have somehow in the panic of the crowds and the visual thick of the fog become split up.
and when Killua recognizes Gon's silhouette again, it's away from everyone else—which he finds kind of odd... but Killua runs towards him, regardless. once he becomes clear in his sight, Killua suddenly stops in his tracks, realizing immediately something feels very off. it's a feeling only; the energy that this vessel emanates is not like Gon's at all.
it steps forward, and Killua remains solid in his tracks, trying to understand what the hell is going on. not an inch about him looks unlike Gon. is it an affect of the thick fog? he says Killua's name as he steps closer, that he had something to tell him, but they had to be alone. it then professes that they should just go back to how they always were. that maybe they could use the confusion to run away, and just be alone.
Killua stammers out clumsy disagreements, increasingly agitated, and it reaches out. Killua realizes, then, indeed, this is not Gon. there is no warmth to his touch. in fact, Killua's breath catches in his throat in a gasp, the contact actually beginning to sting. he holds a terrified gaze on the visage of this thing that isn't his friend, unable to bring himself to move, even as his flesh burns under its possessive hold.]
—I don't understand... Don't you want to be together?
Stop it, [Killua pleads tensely, yanking his arm, and the thing yanks back.]
Killua! Listen to me!
[Killua squeezes his eyes shut, shoving his arm hard against the clone.] I said stop!!
[it doesn't relent, and pleads its tender feelings, holding desperately onto Killua's arm, which releases the caustic, disgusting stench of burning flesh in plumes of steam, now. Killua doesn't think—he reacts, claws springing from the tips of his fingers as he mercilessly slashes the thing across its middle—and a moment before it disperses in harmless steam, it looks a cross between surprised and hurt.
panting, arm bloody, and frankly, quite disgusting looking, still slightly steamy, Killua stares in apprehensive terror to where the thing once stood. his heart is racing, and he remembers what his brother said all those years ago: some day, he'd kill Gon.
so he...stands there, mind completely blanked in terror as he recovers.
be careful how you approach! he's almost disassociating. he may attack, or maybe you'll shake him back down to reality.]
2 x 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓰 (a)
[Killua is frantic. terrified. whether or not his state of shock has been intervened with, he's back running, searching desperately—but he's distrustful of almost everyone he runs into. they could also be clones. things have just been continuing to go badly for Killua—he has gotten no closer to finding his friends, and the elevated state of terror triggered by fake murdering his fake best friend has remained; he feels like he can't escape Illumi's icy, watchful gaze. all the terror, all the vulnerability—it's all there is right now.
he's tensely wound up, eyes wide, and he looks like a cornered, panicked animal.
even now, he's beginning to lose sight of himself. of what he's even trying to do.]
3 x 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓰 (b)
[—oooor maybe Killua is staggering around, eyes half lid, looking confused and almost drugged up. he's having a hard time focusing, figuring out what he needs to be doing—who he's looking for...
all he can hear is the distant ringing of Illumi's voice, and Killua is so tired from the terror. from the pursuit of someone who isn't even here, but Killua can't think of that, right now. it feels real. it feels like Illumi is really here. it feels like he's never going to be free, and he just feels exhausted. he staggers hard sideways, a hand on his head, and maybe knocks into a nearby wall—or person.
he doesn't think he can do it, anymore.]