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Date: 2023-04-30 08:07 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (🛹 and i'd get him to swap our places)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ The warmth of Basil's hands makes her skin tingle. It's drawing the water from her soaked, dead flesh, but even more than that—there's an unquantifiable part of it, more than just acting as a glorified heat lamp. Perhaps it's because right now, her nerves feel shot, both physically and emotionally, as now... There's more she could say. But she feels as hollow as Basil, tired and empty of the secrets that have weighed her down for months.

That he'd hear it all. Everything, and still offer such a simple and kind gesture as holding her hands. It means more than any words could. It means more than Max could even try to understand or explain. ]


I n-never even...admitted it to- to myself. [ Quiet, almost whispered right into his collar between wet gasps. ] But...if I'm s- saying it now...it's gotta be true, right? I- I'm never...never getting better.

[ Her tears, impossibly warm for her but still cold for anyone with a heartbeat, soak into his clothes and scales as she gives up on swallowing down any of this. On instinct, her body tries to take in more air, because she's lightheaded from distress and that's what used to work. What results is Max's turn at a full-body sob, shaking and clutching Basil's hands tighter.

Right against him like this, Basil may feel Max's forehead, starkly and noticeably warmer than the rest of her from an inexplicable fever. ]
zoomingupthathill: (i'm still afraid to be there)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Max often thinks back to her very first week here—well, Felfri. She remembers laying out on a cot with an unfamiliar boy whose mansion of a house she would come to live with. She remembers her ruined arm re-stitching itself together. She remembers the moment he found the deeper damage, remembers how she shook her head in fear.

That there was a chance to beg for them to be healed, but the idea of someone else poking around inside her was too terrifying to comprehend. Not after Vecna invading her mind. Not after the scientists of E+L carving her open.

It's stupid, how horrible things happening to her kept Max from seizing opportunities. What if it didn't work? But what if it did?

Those sorts of thoughts swim around her head. It's dizzying. Or...maybe that's just the weird way she's reacting to what undead do instead of drown.

Still, Basil centers her. Without her music to, it's all she has. How his support is quite literally keeping her body upright, as she can't put the weight on her knees. How the warmth from his hands radiates outward, like it's enveloping them in a gentle aura. The sobs tearing through her disrupt it a little—but they also keep her from spilling anything else from her loose lips, and at the moment, she'll take it. It's not fair, it's not, but there's nothing she can do about it.

For a long while, that's all there is. Until either her crying or his heat or some combination of the two expel all the water from her. Even her hair's airdried, and her grip on Basil's hands has weakened. If she were thinking about it, she would've shifted to a more comfortable position. But now somehow her thighs tingle with pins and needles, as do her arms. Like the water previously in her lungs, it's a reason to pull away.

But, this time she doesn't. ]


'm sorry. [ With a scratchy, hoarse voice. ] Please...don't tell, okay?

[ It already hurts that it feels like she's had her insides shown to the world, with March. It already hurts that none of this was anywhere near voluntary. That now, she's been reduced to pleading like a child. ]

Date: 2023-05-03 07:24 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (👟 and i'd get him to swap our places)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ She sucks in an unnecessary breath, for two reasons.

For one, she's relived that he's promised. For another, his snout tickles a little. ]


Thank you...for being here.

[ It feels bad to say, considering the nature of here. But it's the truth of what she feels. She needed to see him, because she didn't want to be alone...and here, Basil feels like one of the most important people to her.

Here, in the blue glow, it feels like...before the attic. Sitting with Lucas, only paper and markers to communicate, and a painfully sincere confession.

I'm glad you're here.

She'll examine that later. Probably. ]

Date: 2023-05-04 07:21 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (it's you and me)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ There's a level they can't relate on—because despite everything, Max wants to go home. She wants to go back. She has people waiting for her, and she wants to fight the universe to return.

But...while she's here... She can't keep isolating herself. She's been doing it so much, even from the ones she knows from home. This, right here, even though she can feel her body ache and groan, her head floaty and heavy at the same time, her legs like swiss cheese—

Still. This feels right. Like what she's been missing. It's like breaking out of Vecna's vision all over again, into the arms of those who love her.

If she had the strength, she would squeeze his hands again. ]


I- needed to see you. [ That's what she'd said at the start.

It was true. It was very, very true. ]


But I- I think now, um... We need to...

[ Max doesn't want to move. She doesn't want to do anything but feel this. But. He'd said it already, and the warmth Basil's generated has her almost completely dry.

Her legs need wrapping. At least to keep what's inside them inside and not all over his floor. ]

Date: 2023-05-06 12:00 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (and never know what's good for me)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Basil moves, and Basil is all that's really holding Max up, so it's natural she sort of moves too. Her thighs press a little more into the floor and she winces. She doesn't think it's fair that she feels the undead equivalent of pins and needles, with no need for her blood to flow. It's a little different, but more than anything she just feels stiff.

Only now does she start to let go of his hands, but it's so she can keep her grip on Basil's arm, instead; easier to stay upright that way.

With an embarrassed little frown, she shakes her head, just as she catches Basil's line of sight, and his relieved sigh.

Despite it all—she's glad. Because it seems like the memory of what's tormenting him has decided to leave for the time being. ]


No. I...think it's more likely I'd fall again.

cw: gore, corpse desecration????

Date: 2023-05-06 08:58 pm (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (oh‚ help me‚ someone)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ It takes a minute or so for Max to get comfortable, and she tries not to let out a grunt of exertion as Basil helps her back to the bed. She hates feeling this helpless. It makes her want to lash out, despite everything, all the kindness and acceptance, because that's what she's learned. When you're helpless, others will take advantage of you. Accepting help is just another way to provide the world with ammunition.

It's...so hard, not to think that way. Even with all the evidence to the contrary. It's so hard to keep the anger in her from bubbling over and burning those who are just trying to help.

So all Max does is nod. It's okay. She knows he'll come back. (She knows, right?) She knows, he's not leaving her. Max simply nods, watching him silently and stretching out her legs. Once he's gone, she leans her head back on the side of his bed and closes her eyes. The violin's still screeching in her ears, and she murmurs, ]
I still don't understand...why anyone's this nice to me.

[ Just to let it out. Just a little. Just so she doesn't keep spilling how utterly weak she always is.

Her ears twitch as the soft sounds of Basil's footsteps grow slightly fainter. As she can hear the clattering of cabinet doors, the gathering of supplies. Only when those footsteps get louder, as he returns to the room, does Max open her eyes again. She tries to manage a little grateful smile, but it falls flat. ]


Uh... Here... [ She reaches down to roll up her jeans, a lot easier now that they're not soaked.

What he'll see are a collection of bites, some shallow, some incredibly deep, which are where the jam-like blood and moss are leaking from. They look like they've come from something about the size of a medium-sized dog, but with many, many more sharp needle-like teeth.

The most unsettling part of it is...well, her body is dead. Pale and corpse-like. Therefore, the injuries all appear post-mortem, slightly off and wrong. They aren't red with inflammation, aren't actively bleeding, just dripping. With so many of them, it's not how they should be. ]


...Sorry. I know it's...really gross.

cw: cannibalism, corpse decay mentions

Date: 2023-05-07 03:52 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (and i'm ashamed of running away)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ The spots where the fish tore at her legs look a little pitiful, completely absent of fur like the rest of her leg. It makes them look speckled in a warped and twisted way, and she's self-conscious of it, almost apologizing again before he can even reassure her.

Still, she nods as he gathers up...everything, quietly assuring him, ]
Don't worry about it too much. I, uh...think that's just how it looks in there when it's... When I've gotta eat something...fresh.

[ Max hates to say it like that. But that's what her body looked like the first time she had to eat human meat. This is what it felt like, stiff and pained, like the semblance of being even something halfway to living no longer had to be maintained. The facade was over, and she would stiffen and stop moving and decay. That's what this is. She's decaying. ]

Just- make sure the...um, "bleeding" stops. Then clean, then disinfect, then bandage. [ Oh... Max adds, ] Sorry. It's not that I don't think you know what you're doing, I've just- I've done this a lot.

Date: 2023-05-07 08:30 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (i won't forget)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ It's at this moment that Max realizes:

She's always done this for herself.

There are extreme exceptions, such as after narrowing escaping Vecna the first time, or when she got caught in a blast in Felfri—but barring those or particularly horrible monster changes, Max hasn't let anyone dress her wounds. Or, perhaps rather—

There hadn't been anyone who would, until she got so used to doing it herself that she pushed those who came along away.

A chilly Something runs up her spine; it reminds her of Billy, of a quiet question in a quiet kitchen, her metaphorical outstretched hand that he slapped away.

Max watches a Basil the whole time. She doesn't take her eyes off him, in fear that if she looks somewhere else, her own ghosts will have moved in with his. ]


I was- it was my own fault. I thought... I got cocky. Like, since I don't need to breathe, or...since I had something to block out the music... [ Had. Very lightly she shakes her head. ] It was stupid.

cw: drowning adjacent descriptions

Date: 2023-05-09 01:36 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (i wake up crying)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
I-I know, okay, I was- really, really dumb. If Eddie hadn't- slowed me down, and... And Nanami hadn't seen me go under—

[ She doesn't break off because she's lying or anything like that, no pain. Nor is it because she doesn't know what to say. It's because she's very aware, without them she would have died, from the fish tearing her apart or... Or maybe it'd be worse to just be down there. Maybe it wouldn't kill her, but it'd make her wish she was dead.

Truth be told, the very realization frightens her, and she wraps her arms around herself. She wishes she had her music. ]

Date: 2023-05-09 07:53 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (i don't know what's good for me)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Basil's suggestion—and the feeling of gentle bandaging on her legs—has Max glancing back up in an instant. ]

I-I don't need to ask her. ...Well, maybe for better-fitting headphones, but... They probably have replacements at, uh...the mall.

Date: 2023-05-10 08:34 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (i can't hide you)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Max blinks and looks away. ]

That's 'cause I don't? [ It's only a question in that she's not used to saying it so easily. She can't fight the song anymore, not even enough to make it tickle if she tries. ] Hawkins got one, last summer, and, it was the coolest thing in the world, 'cause it was the sticks, otherwise—but there were crazy things happening, and— and it's where my brother died.

[ Hot shame sits inside her. It's doing a good job of hurting where the song won't. ]

I know it sounds— but- every time I've even gotten close, it just...felt like being back there, and...

[ She doesn't know what else to say. ]

cw: drowning, suicide mentions

Date: 2023-05-11 02:29 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (i won't forget)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Hearing that makes her feel mildly less stupid. ]

But, you wanted to know, so, the thing just- put it all out there.

[ No, does she sound bitter. She— ]

I'm not- mad at you, for the record, okay, I mean it, I just- hate this.

[ It's better than being compelled to drown herself. But, like, ultimately not much. ]

cw: postmortem decay

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