PSL/Court AU with kaballistic

[justaprick]

[It's a quiet night in Court and you've turned in early after what was probably a long day, or even two. Who needs sleep when there are objectives to do and/or things to stress about? Eventually you do lay down and shut your eyes and, sooner or later, you dream…

…

…

Choose one:
- You smell ink.
- You hear crying.
- You smell blood.]

Comments

[justaprick]

[it's okay it's okay it's just ink it's fine shh shh it's hungry]

[The ink rises like something alive and warm, clinging to your legs, and you can feel it stick and hold and try to get under your skin.]

[kaballistic]

[thrashes to try to get away]

[justaprick]

[Thrashing slows its advance, but it digs in through your pores, pain pricking at your legs.]

[kaballistic]

I'm not going to give up—

[justaprick]

[It rises, takes root, holds. The ink embraces and pulls you into painful, lonesome darkness.]

[kaballistic]

[he's . . . afraid, but just trying to cling onto—Aoba. Aoba. Aoba's voice . . .]

[justaprick]

[His voice can't be heard here. You try to remember it, to will it into existence, but there's only ink and ink and ink and


...



...



You hear crying.

The ink is gone. Go ahead, catch your breath. You find yourself in a place with corridors that turn and twist and lead to nowhere at all - this is the Labyrinth.]

[kaballistic]

[takes a deep breath, on his hands and knees, shuddering and unwilling to move, still]

[justaprick]

[it's fine it's fine it's fine

The quiet, hitched breaths of a woman crying fade in and out as you stay there.]

[kaballistic]

ENOUGH!

[justaprick]

[They fade out again.]



...I'm sorry...

[kaballistic]

[shudders, head jerking up]

No—

[justaprick]

I'm so sorry...

[Her voice is so quiet and sad. She sounds like she's just up ahead, somewhere in the Labyrinth.]