[It's a worn, guttural, sound of fury, distress, panic—abruptly cut off by a mouthful of petals, filling his mouth and throat. it's useless—every time he tries to cough them out, more seem to swirl in. he gags on the vegetation, fresh tears springing to his eyes, as he fights for voice, breath, freedom.
but... why bother fighting?
Nobody needs me.
No one even noticed I was gone.
I don't have a place to go home to.
Even now.
his body stills, the sudden lack of tension tightening several vines. that's right.
--and just as suddenly as his cry was cut, so is one of his supporting ropes. the drop, at least, and the random swinging knock some of the petals free—but as ever, more seem to swirl up, joining them.
still, the moment of jolt seems to spring him back to at least some senses, and he resumes the struggle, albeit considerably weaker than before]
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[It's a worn, guttural, sound of fury, distress, panic—abruptly cut off by a mouthful of petals, filling his mouth and throat. it's useless—every time he tries to cough them out, more seem to swirl in. he gags on the vegetation, fresh tears springing to his eyes, as he fights for voice, breath, freedom.
but... why bother fighting?
Nobody needs me.
No one even noticed I was gone.
I don't have a place to go home to.
Even now.
his body stills, the sudden lack of tension tightening several vines. that's right.
--and just as suddenly as his cry was cut, so is one of his supporting ropes. the drop, at least, and the random swinging knock some of the petals free—but as ever, more seem to swirl up, joining them.
still, the moment of jolt seems to spring him back to at least some senses, and he resumes the struggle, albeit considerably weaker than before]