[The voice that cut through the darkness, through the noise of his mind, was gentle. Beyond that, it was the sheer lack in her tone, the blankness that he was often accused of and often took on in his dreams that spoke to Sunny deeper than most things did.
Slowly, tentatively, he raised his head. Arms still wrapped tightly against his body, craving some sort of normalcy, as he debated how to answer.
How could he be alright? He was dead. Though… that part was less surprising. It was… the emptiness of this place. The noise of all the arrivals. The pain, the lack of. The darkness and light, the fact that he wasn’t in a familiar room that had become synonymous with safety.
Sunny shook his head. No, he was not alright. But, maybe, this was what he deserved.]
Selective muteness so there will be a lot of descriptive ^^;
and often took on in his dreamsthat spoke to Sunny deeper than most things did.Slowly, tentatively, he raised his head. Arms still wrapped tightly against his body, craving some sort of normalcy, as he debated how to answer.
How could he be alright? He was dead. Though… that part was less surprising. It was… the emptiness of this place. The noise of all the arrivals. The pain, the lack of. The darkness and light, the fact that he wasn’t in a familiar room that had become synonymous with safety.
Sunny shook his head. No, he was not alright. But, maybe, this was what he deserved.]