[He feels like he's being strangled. His heart won't slow down, his thoughts are foggy and inconsistent, and he can't stop the pulse of fear running under it all. Unconsciously, he's raised a hand to his adam's apple, pressing fingers there just to ensure there isn't a hand, a rope, something he can't see. Ironic, he's talking to the Grim Reaper and he's feeling the ghost of a knife at his neck. Palpable in that symbolism, huh.
Taako sucks in a breath, tries to keep speaking.]
God, fuck them, I'm so tired of-- this, this crap, fuck.
[He's also just tired. It's been days since he left the house. But it's awfully hard when your main mode of rest is meditation to do that when you're scared you're going to be attacked every second. And he wants to go with Kravitz- wants Kravitz to make this okay- but there are fears he can't quell right now, that Kravitz will take him and he'll never make it out again. Would he do that? What if he had to? What if he was being forced? He can't know for sure. Something in him just can't.]
It's been like three fucking days, how long is this shit supposed to keep going?
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Taako sucks in a breath, tries to keep speaking.]
God, fuck them, I'm so tired of-- this, this crap, fuck.
[He's also just tired. It's been days since he left the house. But it's awfully hard when your main mode of rest is meditation to do that when you're scared you're going to be attacked every second. And he wants to go with Kravitz- wants Kravitz to make this okay- but there are fears he can't quell right now, that Kravitz will take him and he'll never make it out again. Would he do that? What if he had to? What if he was being forced? He can't know for sure. Something in him just can't.]
It's been like three fucking days, how long is this shit supposed to keep going?