[Ryou listens, and the more Holmes talks, the deeper his frown becomes. That's...it's not really right, is it? He just remembers the Sjora's song, being pulled out into the water by the ethereal tune until his feet were in it, the coolness rippling through his fur, tingling.
The chainsaw fish...that was when they took him.
He begins to disagree with Holmes's retelling, to insist that it's not true.]
That's not...I don't...
[Why is his heartbeat picking up? Why is his skin prickling, and his head hurting so badly?]
I don't think...uhm...you said it was...Dr. Osborn? H-haha...didn't he just...leave?
[Ryou puts a hand to his temple, the clawed, too-long fingers sliding into his feathery gray-white hair.]
He couldn't have...he wouldn't do that...right? I don't really know him that well, I admit, we last spoke whenever he misposted something on the network, about returning a tape, or something. He seemed like a nice man.
[Ryou shakes his head, then lets out a soft, pained noise at the back of his throat. He can hear it.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO EARN THAT LITTLE SCRAP OF CAPE, PRIEST?]
No, it's not right. No one killed me but me. Not again, it can't have happened that way. Please, is this some kind of...punishment?
[His eyes squeeze shut, and now both hands go to his head, cupping around his pointed ears. The tea's forgotten, and Sherlock's very lucky that he too isn't forgotten, because whatever Ryou had forgotten is coming back. Slowly...but steadily.
Ryou jumps to his feet, startled by a loud CRACK that only he can hear, only he can feel and remember and his neck's all wrong, it's agony and fear, his tail now lights up from base to tip in pure white light while his aura flares outward, defensively.
He has nothing else to say, he looks for all intents and purposes as if he's trying to crush his own ears into his head, to turn off his senses so he doesn't have to remember what it felt like to have his head turned the wrong way, dangling to one side with bones jutting in a grotesque manner, while shadows leak out from his open eyes. The more the memory starts to surface, the more Ryou's form changes, until he's shapeshifted into his temporary werewolf night form, albeit in shadow form.
He's never this thorough with his shifting, even though he can be. The energy drain is inefficient, but his intense emotional turmoil is recreating itself through his form.
It happened when he was a werewolf. So his body is filling in the gaps along with his mind.]
cw; repression, death mention, maladapive coping mechanism just TITS OUT here
The chainsaw fish...that was when they took him.
He begins to disagree with Holmes's retelling, to insist that it's not true.]
That's not...I don't...
[Why is his heartbeat picking up? Why is his skin prickling, and his head hurting so badly?]
I don't think...uhm...you said it was...Dr. Osborn? H-haha...didn't he just...leave?
[Ryou puts a hand to his temple, the clawed, too-long fingers sliding into his feathery gray-white hair.]
He couldn't have...he wouldn't do that...right? I don't really know him that well, I admit, we last spoke whenever he misposted something on the network, about returning a tape, or something. He seemed like a nice man.
[Ryou shakes his head, then lets out a soft, pained noise at the back of his throat. He can hear it.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO EARN THAT LITTLE SCRAP OF CAPE, PRIEST?]
No, it's not right. No one killed me but me. Not again, it can't have happened that way. Please, is this some kind of...punishment?
[His eyes squeeze shut, and now both hands go to his head, cupping around his pointed ears. The tea's forgotten, and Sherlock's very lucky that he too isn't forgotten, because whatever Ryou had forgotten is coming back. Slowly...but steadily.
Ryou jumps to his feet, startled by a loud CRACK that only he can hear, only he can feel and remember and his neck's all wrong, it's agony and fear, his tail now lights up from base to tip in pure white light while his aura flares outward, defensively.
He has nothing else to say, he looks for all intents and purposes as if he's trying to crush his own ears into his head, to turn off his senses so he doesn't have to remember what it felt like to have his head turned the wrong way, dangling to one side with bones jutting in a grotesque manner, while shadows leak out from his open eyes. The more the memory starts to surface, the more Ryou's form changes, until he's shapeshifted into his temporary werewolf night form, albeit in shadow form.
He's never this thorough with his shifting, even though he can be. The energy drain is inefficient, but his intense emotional turmoil is recreating itself through his form.
It happened when he was a werewolf. So his body is filling in the gaps along with his mind.]