07-08-2019, 02:26 AM
(07-07-2019, 10:42 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:(07-07-2019, 02:07 PM)achroma Wrote: Feizel would remain calm, as instructed. So this is how it fell to lack tangibility... a state of existing non existence. It was odd... it couldn’t be death, as that would be total non existence... did Feizel exist...? If he couldn’t see or feel, how could he know he was real? What was real? Was anything real? He would stop himself. He was overthinking this whole experience, trying to find meaning where there was none. He hoped that it would be quick, and tried to distract himself, trying to figure out exactly Sa’Nadil was hiding.
A sudden tugging pulled at him, with a strong force, it made him suddenly feel like he was both moving very quickly and not moving at all, as if he was slowly being pulled apart somehow without having a body. Stronger, and stronger, and then it stopped. Slowly, sensation of some sort started to return. Suddenly, everything rushed back, feeling like a heavy impact as he was almost forced to wakefulness, as if he'd been wide awake this entire time, but far more out of it than normally possible. Sa'Nadil stood above him now, washing him softly with a soft cloth to remove the ink stains from his chest. A soft smell of burned oil lingered in the air, and the figurine is inside of Feizel's right hand. "You okay yet?"
”I’m doing quite well considering all things Nadil, although I feel... tired almost? It’s hard to put into words. An advanced tiredness if you would. He would watch Sa’Nadil work away The Ink and remain relaxed on the mat, as if this were normal “I noticed you blushing back there... is there something you want to say or just keep this strictly to business?”