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psychoshenanigans2016-02-14 08:38 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in psychoshenanigans2016-02-14 08:38 pm
Drift Fleet // Canon
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the first thing he sees is the metal ceiling. the bolts, the seams. the sound of the engine churning somewhere beneath them sounds like the crooning of the dead from wherever they were buried, and he thinks he's back for just long enough to struggle upright in a half-blind, rising panic.
his heart is pounding so hard he has to blink past it, realize he's seeing his locker and the shelf above it. he picks out the shapes of that stupid bird sculpture, and the stuffed dog, and a couple of other silly things he's collected during his time on the Bloodsport.
on the Bloodsport, not in the Dragons' Underground. he clutches his chest, shivering with relief.
it's fine. it was just a dream. he's not going back. it's fine...]
robin, oh robin...
won't you... come home...
the snow is so cold...
and we're chilled to... the bone...
the trees have all died,
the children, they cry...
oh where has... our dear robin... gone.
the first thing he sees is the metal ceiling. the bolts, the seams. the sound of the engine churning somewhere beneath them sounds like the crooning of the dead from wherever they were buried, and he thinks he's back for just long enough to struggle upright in a half-blind, rising panic.
his heart is pounding so hard he has to blink past it, realize he's seeing his locker and the shelf above it. he picks out the shapes of that stupid bird sculpture, and the stuffed dog, and a couple of other silly things he's collected during his time on the Bloodsport.
on the Bloodsport, not in the Dragons' Underground. he clutches his chest, shivering with relief.
it's fine. it was just a dream. he's not going back. it's fine...]