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the worms the worms the worms.
Mar. 13th, 2013 09:20 pmdisenfranchised[ he wants it to stop. make it stop.
even long after his training is over, he's bending, writhing & twisting. trying to drown out noise that no one else can hear and dull sensations that no one else can feel. he wonders, if he had started younger would this have been easier? would his body have been more forgiving? everything inside of him is rebelling and rejecting one another, with pale, paperthin skin holding it all together. he's been drained of energy and stripped of color. once bright hair is now a tired, dark gray and once vibrant eyes have clouded considerably.
most of the time shinji wonders how he ever could have wanted this.
for the rest of it, he treats this as a stepping stone to achieving his inevitable greatness.
(not that he wasn't already great, of course.)
clumsily, he stumbles from the worm storage onto the dirty hallway floor.
get up.
c'mon, get up.
this wasn't a proper place for the head of the matou family.
slowly but surely he's back on his feet again, taking wobbling steps toward his bedroom. ]
even long after his training is over, he's bending, writhing & twisting. trying to drown out noise that no one else can hear and dull sensations that no one else can feel. he wonders, if he had started younger would this have been easier? would his body have been more forgiving? everything inside of him is rebelling and rejecting one another, with pale, paperthin skin holding it all together. he's been drained of energy and stripped of color. once bright hair is now a tired, dark gray and once vibrant eyes have clouded considerably.
most of the time shinji wonders how he ever could have wanted this.
for the rest of it, he treats this as a stepping stone to achieving his inevitable greatness.
(not that he wasn't already great, of course.)
clumsily, he stumbles from the worm storage onto the dirty hallway floor.
get up.
c'mon, get up.
this wasn't a proper place for the head of the matou family.
slowly but surely he's back on his feet again, taking wobbling steps toward his bedroom. ]
fate/gay night.
Jan. 27th, 2013 12:58 amdisenfranchised[ shinji matou is confused.
only minutes ago he was engaging in a typical petty argument with shirou kotomine. they did this regularly, not unlike adolescent animals routinely sharpening their claws. it kept them sharp and on their toes as a seemingly flawless activity to relieve their every day aggression.
or at least, it did when it remained hands-off. once either of them snapped far enough to jump into violent territory, it almost always ended with with shinji in tears. this time had been no different in that regard... but there were these other, new circumstances.
crammed into one of the far off corners of the matou compound, shinji is crumpled against cold, dusty floorboards, unable to catch his breath. hair matted against his forehead with sweat, he gasps as he seems to make an attempt to understand what's just happened.
oh. did i mention his pants are around his ankles? ]
Ff -- [ he shudders. ] Fuck.
only minutes ago he was engaging in a typical petty argument with shirou kotomine. they did this regularly, not unlike adolescent animals routinely sharpening their claws. it kept them sharp and on their toes as a seemingly flawless activity to relieve their every day aggression.
or at least, it did when it remained hands-off. once either of them snapped far enough to jump into violent territory, it almost always ended with with shinji in tears. this time had been no different in that regard... but there were these other, new circumstances.
crammed into one of the far off corners of the matou compound, shinji is crumpled against cold, dusty floorboards, unable to catch his breath. hair matted against his forehead with sweat, he gasps as he seems to make an attempt to understand what's just happened.
oh. did i mention his pants are around his ankles? ]
Ff -- [ he shudders. ] Fuck.
taken from here!
