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Caster of Limbo ([personal profile] commedia) wrote 2021-02-23 04:44 am (UTC)

No, it's not-!

[Douman snaps at Mollymauk, like an angry animal-]

[And at the touch, it starts.]

[There is a man kneeling in the middle of a room in the night. The man is Ashiya Douman. They stare at the wall across from them, with wide, weary eyes, their body tensed, like expecting a threat.]

[A person steps out of the shadows, bending down to embrace them, clawed fingernails digging deep into their shoulder.]

[The person in question is Ashiya Douman.]

[And Douman bends in to whisper something into the first Douman's ear. A single hissed sentence, a simple statement, said as fact.]

["If things remain as they are, you'll never once surpass Seimei."]

[And instantly, the rush of emotions comes. Sorrow. Terror. Fear. Anger. Hatred. Jealousy. Unbelievable despair. It comes like a roaring tide, and the first Douman starts to weep, and weep and weep, and howl like the world itself is ending, and things start to crash together in static, and it is impossible to tell where one Ashiya Douman begins and the other ends and-]

[And suddenly, where there were two, there is just one. Ashiya Douman, kneeling quietly in the middle of a moonlit room.]

[Just smiling to themselves. Their eyes open, dark.]

[Comfortable.
]

[And Douman reacts as if they've been burned with a hot poker, throwing themselves back, away from Mollymauk.]

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