[When 'Aracha' slams the door on His And Only His room, there is a feeling of finality to it. End of love, end of argument, end of the story. And yet like most things, he did not fade from existence when the darkness enclosed him. No, instead he was simply a large, sad thing standing in a dim room - still breathing and thinking and feeling - unable to just stop.
Who knows how long he stood there in stillness. But when the dam broke, what surged out of him was the only language he had left: violence.
Furniture was smashed, walls were punched, mirrors shattered and screaming, so much screaming. It continued on until there wasn't a thing left to break anymore, that hadn't already been stomped into ugly bits. Utterly hollowed out, the thing that used to be called 'Aracha' slumped against the wall and collapsed in on himself, hiding his face. From who? God, maybe.
He just wanted to disappear, even from himself.
Sleep didn't come, even as the exhaustion wore on his body so horribly that he thought he might faint - it was a mercy denied to him. There was only remembering. And sitting with the monster that he was.]
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Who knows how long he stood there in stillness. But when the dam broke, what surged out of him was the only language he had left: violence.
Furniture was smashed, walls were punched, mirrors shattered and screaming, so much screaming. It continued on until there wasn't a thing left to break anymore, that hadn't already been stomped into ugly bits. Utterly hollowed out, the thing that used to be called 'Aracha' slumped against the wall and collapsed in on himself, hiding his face. From who? God, maybe.
He just wanted to disappear, even from himself.
Sleep didn't come, even as the exhaustion wore on his body so horribly that he thought he might faint - it was a mercy denied to him. There was only remembering. And sitting with the monster that he was.]