[ He lands heavy even with Nero catching him. Cold stone, sticky blood beneath his hands. Dried, warm, congealed, all of it layered atop each other. Slicking his palm. The screams are as loud as he remembers, echoing off the walls. The air is suffocating. Sickly sweet, acrid, tinged with copper and rot.
Is he—?
Revulsion tightens his chest, curdles his stomach. He has been outside this room. He's even set a foot inside, once. But he has never been thrown in it without warning, where the door has bolted shut and with a blinding darkness. He can't see, he cannot breathe. It's utterly overwhelming in a way he's forgotten he can feel. Not since—the labyrinth, but even that had been different. He'd known, in the back of his mind, where he was. That it wasn't real.
Right now, he isn't thinking about what's real or not. He isn't thinking at all. Something inside him feels like it's fucking dying; his breaths are choking. Every beat of his heart sends a pulsing, scorching heat through his veins. Distantly, he hears someone speaking but it hardly registers.
He doesn't know when he lurched for the door. Doesn't make it, exactly. His fingers dig into the stone walls, finding the grooves in the scratches like it's the only thing holding him up. ]
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Is he—?
Revulsion tightens his chest, curdles his stomach. He has been outside this room. He's even set a foot inside, once. But he has never been thrown in it without warning, where the door has bolted shut and with a blinding darkness. He can't see, he cannot breathe. It's utterly overwhelming in a way he's forgotten he can feel. Not since—the labyrinth, but even that had been different. He'd known, in the back of his mind, where he was. That it wasn't real.
Right now, he isn't thinking about what's real or not. He isn't thinking at all. Something inside him feels like it's fucking dying; his breaths are choking. Every beat of his heart sends a pulsing, scorching heat through his veins. Distantly, he hears someone speaking but it hardly registers.
He doesn't know when he lurched for the door. Doesn't make it, exactly. His fingers dig into the stone walls, finding the grooves in the scratches like it's the only thing holding him up. ]