Jude Mathis (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
actsofconviction) wrote2013-12-29 02:04 pm
actsofconviction) wrote2013-12-29 02:04 pm
[traumaprom]
[The whole world seems to spin around you, colors blazing and swirling, sound muffled—it feels like you're going to faint—
. . .
Seconds later, it's over.
And you're somewhere else entirely. It looks like you're trapped inside a dome of frosted glass; nobody can see in, you can't see out, and should you try to break it, the only thing your efforts will earn you is a bruise.
It's a small space, which you're sharing with one other person—perhaps they're very, very special to you, perhaps they're not. Either way, other than them, all you'll be able to find is a long, sharp knife, and a vial labelled with naught more than a skull and crossbones.]
. . .
Seconds later, it's over.
And you're somewhere else entirely. It looks like you're trapped inside a dome of frosted glass; nobody can see in, you can't see out, and should you try to break it, the only thing your efforts will earn you is a bruise.
It's a small space, which you're sharing with one other person—perhaps they're very, very special to you, perhaps they're not. Either way, other than them, all you'll be able to find is a long, sharp knife, and a vial labelled with naught more than a skull and crossbones.]
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[after his discussion with Milla...]
You said your name was Vanessa, right? What are you hoping to get out of this?
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[DISEMBODIED VOICE TIME AWW YIS.]
As for that, my . . . What a question!
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If you'd explain, maybe we could work something out!