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childrenoflilim) wrote2011-02-07 06:51 pm
childrenoflilim) wrote2011-02-07 06:51 pm
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25. private nightmare.
Twlight.
No where in particular.
And a shore.
A shore of a river that stretches to the horizon where expectant, waiting faces are as clear as daylight. Misato, Asuka, Ayanami. They're calling. There are others behind them. Minato, Willow, Minatsuki, Winry. All calling. Hurry. Time is short. Come.
Cross.
Shadowy figures around him plunge into the river to meet their sirens. They have nothing to be afraid. Even if they can't reach them, they'll survive. They'll tread water until they find another.
But he can't swim. He'll drown as soon as he reaches deep water. Why should he go to them? Why can't they come to him? Why bother anyway? They'll all drift downstream and leave him alone. And why do this? Humans were made for walking! They weren't given wings to fly! HE SHOULD LEAVE THEM ALL! MAN WASN'T MADE TO SWIM ANYWAY!
Cross.
He takes one step. Another. Another. Another. Waist-deep. Chest-deep. Then one wrong move and he's thrashing under the water, screaming for help where no one can reach him. Water fills his lungs, they burn for oxygen and life and someone, anyone to help deargodhelp
Soon, a voice croons. Soon. Nearly time, Shinji.
Soon isn't soon enough! Whenwhenwhenhecan'tbreathe
He wakes in a cold sweat, although the room is stifling in eternal late summer weather, with the far-off unearthly roar of Evangelion reverberating in his ears. It's been nearly a week since he got a good night's sleep. Nightmares, one after the other, each worse than the last. 3 AM and no SDAT (it had run out of batteries right before he went to bed) to occupy his time. What now?
...Kaji had said something earlier. Nothing bothersome. Just confusing, as per adults. Maybe the community could shed some light.
Sneaking away to his room so that the sleeping Kaji is not disturbed, he boots up the computer to share what he'd been told.
No where in particular.
And a shore.
A shore of a river that stretches to the horizon where expectant, waiting faces are as clear as daylight. Misato, Asuka, Ayanami. They're calling. There are others behind them. Minato, Willow, Minatsuki, Winry. All calling. Hurry. Time is short. Come.
Cross.
Shadowy figures around him plunge into the river to meet their sirens. They have nothing to be afraid. Even if they can't reach them, they'll survive. They'll tread water until they find another.
But he can't swim. He'll drown as soon as he reaches deep water. Why should he go to them? Why can't they come to him? Why bother anyway? They'll all drift downstream and leave him alone. And why do this? Humans were made for walking! They weren't given wings to fly! HE SHOULD LEAVE THEM ALL! MAN WASN'T MADE TO SWIM ANYWAY!
Cross.
He takes one step. Another. Another. Another. Waist-deep. Chest-deep. Then one wrong move and he's thrashing under the water, screaming for help where no one can reach him. Water fills his lungs, they burn for oxygen and life and someone, anyone to help deargodhelp
Soon, a voice croons. Soon. Nearly time, Shinji.
Soon isn't soon enough! Whenwhenwhenhecan'tbreathe
He wakes in a cold sweat, although the room is stifling in eternal late summer weather, with the far-off unearthly roar of Evangelion reverberating in his ears. It's been nearly a week since he got a good night's sleep. Nightmares, one after the other, each worse than the last. 3 AM and no SDAT (it had run out of batteries right before he went to bed) to occupy his time. What now?
...Kaji had said something earlier. Nothing bothersome. Just confusing, as per adults. Maybe the community could shed some light.
Sneaking away to his room so that the sleeping Kaji is not disturbed, he boots up the computer to share what he'd been told.