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hien callias, world eater ([personal profile] selfconcept) wrote2025-11-13 07:51 pm

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HELLO



"..."

GOODBYE


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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-12 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
...I don't want to become a different person.

I just want this thing to stop.
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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-12 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a bit of quiet but then a shuffle, before he opens the door. He really does just vaguely invoke the image of a kid who's just finished crying except it's a grown-ass man. So much misery aura. This is why the comfy clothes were a must.

He'll come out and sit back on the bed.
]
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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-12 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He just gives a simple nod of having understood the terms and conditions type guy. ]
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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-12 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Once again, it feels like Hien gets hurtled through the depths of water, faster now that he has a specific point. The calendar pages fly by and this time, Hien has a specific date.

October 7th, 2020. And this time, he gets a much clearer view of what happened that day -- wandering in the forbidden zone, the surrounding buildings suddenly disappear into nothing but pinkish fog. It seizes and paralyses his entire body, entire body going numb, a sensation rather similar to what Tokinaga was feeling earlier in the midst of his panic attack. There's a clear thought in his mind.

I'm going to die.

And then the sight of it comes clearer than before, and it's beautiful. Every other thought is stripped away in the presence of it -- all of his fear, suffering, anxiety, pain, despair stripped away from him like bark, to replace every raw expanse left behind with that singular thought. Every neuron in his brain fires off in desperation, overloads, and --

Cuts out. He'd died that day.
]
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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-12 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, funny story about that. When Hien severs it, there's something that happens, and this time, it doesn't feel like it comes from Tokinaga himself at all. Before Hien leaves, there's a single, distant feeling like something comes to claw Hien down across the back, but a thin layer of something separates them enough to stop it. Hien, being what he is, can get a vague grasp of what it is more than anybody else probably ever would -- a separation of time and space itself, the boundaries of Purgatory. But that's all he can feel.

Tokinaga opens his eye.
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...Um... I don't know, yet.
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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-12 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He sits quietly here, trying to figure out what feels different now. He's not sure. He feels nothing, which is strange -- because after seeing all of that again, he'd probably usually feel a relapse by now. ]

...What do you think?

[ Not... necessarily about how much he's gone through, just what Hien saw. ]
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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-12 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... ]

I meant... well, nevermind.

[ He decides not to ask. Hien already promised he wouldn't judge, and it should be gone now anyway. ]

Thanks.
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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-12 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh? ]

Hien-k... Hien?
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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-12 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is



honestly just a tad embarrassing, because he doesn't think he's had this type of interaction since he was a kid, from his sisters, from his parents. It's awfully sweet. He wonders if he came off really so in need of comfort in the eyes of an eldritch being like Hien who's seen so much more and felt so much worse.

But he hugs back lightly to not leave Hien hanging, but also in gratitude.
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So are you, you know.
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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-12 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah speaking of that sorry if he's a bit gross. He's probably clean he's done this too much but still, crying does a bitch in. ]

It's not much to praise. You have to keep going sometimes, so you do.
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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-13 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
It's not like I don't think about it at all. Sometimes.
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[personal profile] vacuous 2025-12-13 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
You don't need to praise me. You really don't. I spent enough time being the one running away.

I think it'll be easier now.

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