[She nods silently against his shoulder, her throat still burning too strongly to speak. Thick, oozing shadow leaks from her nose and mouth as she cries, spilling onto the ground and congealing in the dark corners of the room--the tree--the room. Ferran's embrace is comforting, and she tries to focus on his hand at her back, but her neck hurts so much and her worst fears about her world are real and-- and--
Red spills over the whole scene, as if someone has applied a filter to their vision. Brighter red patterns, like veins, flicker in their peripheral vision in time to Sayori's frightened heartbeat. The cheerful music muffles beneath the awful sound of squelching and distant, wet crunching.]
cw: emetophobia
Red spills over the whole scene, as if someone has applied a filter to their vision. Brighter red patterns, like veins, flicker in their peripheral vision in time to Sayori's frightened heartbeat. The cheerful music muffles beneath the awful sound of squelching and distant, wet crunching.]