( ooc. my slow ass ... let's give iba her comfort finally...! )
[ "you're alive."
it all fits together perfectly, like the clicking of a wooden puzzle; instant, neat. the rain lifted one's nightmares from the mind, rising from one's terror like steam as it hits cold ground.
it isn't hard to guess what ibaraki might have seen.
she smiles in her usual way: aloof, mysteriousness in the cant of her head, her hair heavy with thick blood. ]
Did you have a bad dream? ... Come, let's go inside and get cleaned up.
[ that is, if ibaraki is able to move on her own. ]
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[ "you're alive."
it all fits together perfectly, like the clicking of a wooden puzzle; instant, neat. the rain lifted one's nightmares from the mind, rising from one's terror like steam as it hits cold ground.
it isn't hard to guess what ibaraki might have seen.
she smiles in her usual way: aloof, mysteriousness in the cant of her head, her hair heavy with thick blood. ]
Did you have a bad dream? ... Come, let's go inside and get cleaned up.
[ that is, if ibaraki is able to move on her own. ]