It's like how he'd always thought it to be— time slows to a crawl, so that he could feel the blade plunge into his chest, sinking into him inch by inch and wrenched out the same way, white-hot until it's numbing and he can no longer feel the pain or hear his own screams that are drowned out by Aki's own.
He's dying.
Time frozen, a thousand holes in its body so that there would be nowhere new left to stab, frozen and condemned to watch... He watches her eyes, red like Yuuko's but they hold no love for him; they never will. Watches her hands hold that blade, sticky with black blood- his- driving it where his heart would lie, where it would clench in his chest and suffocate him for remembering— warm hands in his, reluctant but she never let go, she promised— she'd laughed at him, once, and he can't hear it anymore, deaf to her voice, shouting at him now in unrestrained fury and madness and vindication that he can't hear but he can feel and
It's killing him.
He's scared.
He's—-
—Ryoji, lying flat on the ground and crying out in agony, clutching at his chest where dark red starts to blossom on a white shirt, Thanatos' coat a simple hooded jacket, the coffins it carried now the ground on which Ryoji lies to die. ]
no subject
It's like how he'd always thought it to be— time slows to a crawl, so that he could feel the blade plunge into his chest, sinking into him inch by inch and wrenched out the same way, white-hot until it's numbing and he can no longer feel the pain or hear his own screams that are drowned out by Aki's own.
He's dying.
Time frozen, a thousand holes in its body so that there would be nowhere new left to stab, frozen and condemned to watch... He watches her eyes, red like Yuuko's but they hold no love for him; they never will. Watches her hands hold that blade, sticky with black blood- his- driving it where his heart would lie, where it would clench in his chest and suffocate him for remembering— warm hands in his, reluctant but she never let go, she promised— she'd laughed at him, once, and he can't hear it anymore, deaf to her voice, shouting at him now in unrestrained fury and madness and vindication that he can't hear but he can feel and
It's killing him.
He's scared.
He's—-
—Ryoji, lying flat on the ground and crying out in agony, clutching at his chest where dark red starts to blossom on a white shirt, Thanatos' coat a simple hooded jacket, the coffins it carried now the ground on which Ryoji lies to die. ]