Chaotic Mind
Nov 8, 2009 5:44:30 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Nov 8, 2009 5:44:30 GMT -5
Schuldig was not enjoying his trip. Last winter, his stay in Anarlina had been pleasant. He'd had Nagi, Locket, and Harmony with him the whole time, Emerald was good company, and he'd just gone around amusing himself while keeping a mental "eye" on his charges.
THIS time, however, it was more official. Not that that had ever stopped him from playing around and making a general nuisance of himself, but he just didn't feel like it. He'd thought more on Morilanta than he had in a while, and it wasn't a particularly comforting subject. Oh, he'd complained in the past and given chilling descriptions when he felt like unsettling someone, but he didn't really have to think about it. Schuldig's mouth could run on any number of subjects without his having to focus a great deal, even though he was capable of being more focused than most people gave him credit for. (How the fuck do they think I'm able to carry on two conversations at once if I can't focus?) But they were talking strategy and how his little group of three had essentially done to Lucifer's father what Shyamal wanted to do to Nissar. So he'd been having to think about how they'd pulled it off and that led to thinking about the place in general. In detail. And after a while, it was starting to get to him.
So he kept his mouth shut unless he was giving one of his increasingly terse bits of advice and tried to catch up on lost sleep in the afternoons, which was not going well. Currently, he was tossing and turning all over his bed, though in his mind, he was on his back, immobile, though he couldn't feel the restraints that held him, or the surface he was supposedly lying on. He heard nothing, saw nothing, and felt nothing, and for him, who loved and craved sensation and intensity, it was torture. Of course, they'd known that. That's why they'd used it in his specialized training. Everything was blocked so that his only option was to stretch out with his mind as much and as far as possible. Asleep, however, he had no such recourse, and he ground his teeth as he tried to fight the hold his own subconscious had on him. How anyone could possibly find all that nothing soothing or relaxing was beyond him.
Luckily, as it was a dream, there were no Minds keeping him from dredging up his own memories of sensation and sound, which is what he finally did. To counter the nightmare, his mind brought forth the most intense things it could recall. Two instances: both brief and overwhelming; one physical and the other mental...ish. The result was a short burst of chaotic revel that eased the terror and seemed to highlight the unendurable LACK with its brevity.
Groping helplessly in his mind for the memory again, Schuldig screamed, Soahc's name echoing in the vaults of his mind and in the empty room around him.
THIS time, however, it was more official. Not that that had ever stopped him from playing around and making a general nuisance of himself, but he just didn't feel like it. He'd thought more on Morilanta than he had in a while, and it wasn't a particularly comforting subject. Oh, he'd complained in the past and given chilling descriptions when he felt like unsettling someone, but he didn't really have to think about it. Schuldig's mouth could run on any number of subjects without his having to focus a great deal, even though he was capable of being more focused than most people gave him credit for. (How the fuck do they think I'm able to carry on two conversations at once if I can't focus?) But they were talking strategy and how his little group of three had essentially done to Lucifer's father what Shyamal wanted to do to Nissar. So he'd been having to think about how they'd pulled it off and that led to thinking about the place in general. In detail. And after a while, it was starting to get to him.
So he kept his mouth shut unless he was giving one of his increasingly terse bits of advice and tried to catch up on lost sleep in the afternoons, which was not going well. Currently, he was tossing and turning all over his bed, though in his mind, he was on his back, immobile, though he couldn't feel the restraints that held him, or the surface he was supposedly lying on. He heard nothing, saw nothing, and felt nothing, and for him, who loved and craved sensation and intensity, it was torture. Of course, they'd known that. That's why they'd used it in his specialized training. Everything was blocked so that his only option was to stretch out with his mind as much and as far as possible. Asleep, however, he had no such recourse, and he ground his teeth as he tried to fight the hold his own subconscious had on him. How anyone could possibly find all that nothing soothing or relaxing was beyond him.
Luckily, as it was a dream, there were no Minds keeping him from dredging up his own memories of sensation and sound, which is what he finally did. To counter the nightmare, his mind brought forth the most intense things it could recall. Two instances: both brief and overwhelming; one physical and the other mental...ish. The result was a short burst of chaotic revel that eased the terror and seemed to highlight the unendurable LACK with its brevity.
Groping helplessly in his mind for the memory again, Schuldig screamed, Soahc's name echoing in the vaults of his mind and in the empty room around him.