[031] Like a memory long gone past, here in an instant, gone in a flash

[notafuckingnut]

[A/N: Backdated to the day after the Quirks Flood ended.]


[Something's...not right.

Everything was empty, quiet, for days, and looking back that had really been the weird thing, but once the flood wore off it all started to creep back. Flooded, really, inch by inch like a hole in the bottom of a barrel, nagging, prodding, filling the emptiness with words and noise until everything's too bright, too sharp, too everything, and he closes his eyes to try to escape it but it follows him there too.

They're watching. Just waiting for you to slip up, make a mistake, and you WILL. You always do. They KNOW. HE knows. He can see everything, remember?

Little by little, drop by drop, over years, it had been tolerable, barely noticed until it was too late to remember anything else anyway, but all at once, like this, it's more than he can handle, especially after it had all been taken away long enough for him to get used to its absence. It's a fleeting memory, but he still remembers the quiet, and that, above all, is what he wants right now, even if only a little piece of it, for a little while.]



[PUBLIC - audio]

[It's an accident, the first time he flips the feed on, a coincidence of fingers and a need for something tangible, and while there's no image to accompany it, the voice is recognizable, although...uneasy, bordering on anxious.]

Just...stop.

[The feed cuts out as suddenly as it started.]


[PRIVATE to Castiel - audio]

Stop looking. I'm not doing anything.


[PRIVATE to Lua - audio]

You holding at all? I need...something.


...Stop the planet of the apes, I wanna get off.

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Re: action

[trenchcoatedly]

All right. I apologize for asking. If you need anything else, you can always ask.