[ The alien moon, the Earth-like planet, even the ocean storms seem familiar. How many planets did they come across with the same ecosystem? The same biodiversity? Shiro looks up at the alien moon feeling that old spark of wonder that propelled him to try for the Kerberos mission. The same need for adventure that pushed him to accept it despite the consequences...
The spark suddenly fades and he retreats from that memory, letting his eyes fall back down to the ocean. He listens to the waves, lets the rhythmic sound ground him back to the present. It’s then, as he’s contemplating his next move that he hears it - the soft pad of feet drawing closer. He stands in one fluid movement before turning to greet the new arrival. ]
ii. NOTHING WASTED, NOTHING THROWN. [ warning: ptsd ]
[ He’s no stranger to death. After nearly a year of fighting to survive in the gladiator pits, he knows the gritty after-horrors. Bloated bodies oozing putrid fluids that made it impossible to breath, the stench of death clinging to every pore even after he scrubbed himself raw. The feel of blood caked on his skin as the crowds cheer his name while dead bodies were dragged off the stadium and piled high. He knows death, was the instrument of it. Yet, after everything he's been through he's still woefully unprepared to deal with the loud crank of chainsaw as it revved up. The sound of metal sawing through bone, the flecks of flesh raining down around him as someone starts cutting down a monster... it's all too much.
He doesn’t know how he ends up on his knees, doesn’t realize he’s jamming his palms against his ears to drown out the sound, doesn’t feel the sweat that suddenly forms before his breathing begins to hitch, his eyes unseeing as his mind returns him back to the pits. ]
iii.WILDCARD
[ ooc; go ahead and put up a scenario and I’ll make it work! ]
takashi shirogane | voltron: ld
[ The alien moon, the Earth-like planet, even the ocean storms seem familiar. How many planets did they come across with the same ecosystem? The same biodiversity? Shiro looks up at the alien moon feeling that old spark of wonder that propelled him to try for the Kerberos mission. The same need for adventure that pushed him to accept it despite the consequences...
The spark suddenly fades and he retreats from that memory, letting his eyes fall back down to the ocean. He listens to the waves, lets the rhythmic sound ground him back to the present. It’s then, as he’s contemplating his next move that he hears it - the soft pad of feet drawing closer. He stands in one fluid movement before turning to greet the new arrival. ]
ii. NOTHING WASTED, NOTHING THROWN. [ warning: ptsd ]
[ He’s no stranger to death. After nearly a year of fighting to survive in the gladiator pits, he knows the gritty after-horrors. Bloated bodies oozing putrid fluids that made it impossible to breath, the stench of death clinging to every pore even after he scrubbed himself raw. The feel of blood caked on his skin as the crowds cheer his name while dead bodies were dragged off the stadium and piled high. He knows death, was the instrument of it. Yet, after everything he's been through he's still woefully unprepared to deal with the loud crank of chainsaw as it revved up. The sound of metal sawing through bone, the flecks of flesh raining down around him as someone starts cutting down a monster... it's all too much.
He doesn’t know how he ends up on his knees, doesn’t realize he’s jamming his palms against his ears to drown out the sound, doesn’t feel the sweat that suddenly forms before his breathing begins to hitch, his eyes unseeing as his mind returns him back to the pits. ]
iii.WILDCARD
[ ooc; go ahead and put up a scenario and I’ll make it work! ]