[ this isn't the first time that nazuna's had this dream. he knows this stage, knows the lights, knows the start of anxiety gnawing at his stomach and then nothing, but there's something new this evening. every detail is in crisp, bright detail, as real as life itself, and more importantly, when someone comes and lifts his face, he knows who it is.
shu.
when he pulls the strings, nazuna's heart drops, rapidly, listening to him sound proud, delighted, and for a moment, he's arguably never been so terrified, like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a lion. he can't move, he can't breathe, can't do anything but let shu touch him and soak him with those words, kind and seeking obedience and--
(there's a part of him that accepts it, that enjoys it. this is how it should be.)
--when he snaps out of it, he could cry. nazuna tries to open his mouth to say something, do something, but nothing comes out. his mouth won't move, like it's been stitched shut, no matter how much he tries to scream or shout, to even just say shu's name.
the panic is starting to rise in his throat as shu looks at him, and if he's looking closely enough, he can see it reflected in his eyes, a bright, albino-rabbit-pink instead of brown. it's the only emotion on an utterly blank canvas, and though he can't open his mouth, he makes a sound, a distressed, higher pitched hum. help me, please. ]
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shu.
when he pulls the strings, nazuna's heart drops, rapidly, listening to him sound proud, delighted, and for a moment, he's arguably never been so terrified, like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a lion. he can't move, he can't breathe, can't do anything but let shu touch him and soak him with those words, kind and seeking obedience and--
(there's a part of him that accepts it, that enjoys it. this is how it should be.)
--when he snaps out of it, he could cry. nazuna tries to open his mouth to say something, do something, but nothing comes out. his mouth won't move, like it's been stitched shut, no matter how much he tries to scream or shout, to even just say shu's name.
the panic is starting to rise in his throat as shu looks at him, and if he's looking closely enough, he can see it reflected in his eyes, a bright, albino-rabbit-pink instead of brown. it's the only emotion on an utterly blank canvas, and though he can't open his mouth, he makes a sound, a distressed, higher pitched hum. help me, please. ]