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Abeyance - Chapter 5 (Yogscast)The sun was beyond lovely. Mid-afternoon rays that weren't too hot nor too weak, just right so they neither burned nor chilled. The air was crisp and clean, tasting of pine and dirt that made Xephos almost smile wistfully before he pulled himself together. He was here, it was nice, but he couldn't like it. Still, Xephos had forgotten what it felt like to just stroll around without a care in the world, free as a bird.Abeyance - Chapter 5 (Yogscast) by ZigZagKitty
Well. That wasn't exactly true.
He wasn't really free out in the middle of bloody nowhere, and he did have a care. If a care was defined as an enormously tall static-powered man who at present was likely apologising to a wall or something. Whatever it was he did when he wasn't sitting around pretending to be someone he wasn't.
It wasn't creepy, what he did, so much as profoundly wrong. A deep, dark sense of wrongness fell from the blond clone in waves that set his teeth on edge and presumably no one else's, considering the surprised responses he got from the senior staff a
Abeyance - Chapter 4 (Yogscast)It burned. Everything burned. His mouth was filled with liquid that he couldn't expel because it was everywhere, filling his lungs and his throat and his nose, and he was choking on it. Choking to death, half tangled up in clear tubes. He was going to die in some kind of disgusting fluid tank being gawked at by a ginger dwarf who looked just as stupefied as he felt.Abeyance - Chapter 4 (Yogscast) by ZigZagKitty
He kicked and pounded at the glass, and sweet relief flooded over him as the fluid drained out quickly through a small opening in the bottom as if it was vacuumed up, his breath coming to him in gasps and splutters as he dribbled clear fluid over himself, his ears popping.
Lalna coughed up the last of the viscous substance and leaned against the back of the tube, taking deeper and deeper gasping breaths to try and calm his frazzled nerves.
"Uh... Hello? Sir?"
Lalna nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice, staring down at the small man outside the tube, who returned the look with less surprise and more held back fear.