[log] Event: Lavender's Green, Part Two [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: mysterious, white hallways
Date: Day 193-194
Summary: Find friends. Get lost. Don't look.
Warnings: Potential for gore and psychological horror. Please note any specific warnings in your subject lines!

While confusingly similar, the area is split into a few different sections:

The Core
The hallways here are narrow and twist at a rapid rate. With how dazzlingly white everything is, it's easy to not realize you're coming on a turn and slam right into the walls. There are no rooms here--no one starts here, though they may find it while they wander. At the center is a large, round area, like the center of a spiral. There's a lot of air pressure here.

The Inner Hallways
The largest area, filled with dead ends, gentle slopes and twists, and, occasionally, difficult-to-see drops where a higher hallway intersects with a lower one without a wall to separate them. The whole place tastes vaguely like blood. Most rooms are here--most people start here.

The Outer Hallways
The outer ring of the ball of yarn. It's not as thick with halls and twists as the other two areas, leading to a lot more boring walking in one direction. It's totally possible to circle around the same path multiple times without realizing it, as everything is so similar here. Occasionally, footsteps can be heard just outside the farthest walls. Sometimes, something breathes. There are a few rooms here--some people will start here.


Remember to note what kind of eyes your character has in their top level!

Comments

[definingfuture]

[That is the last thing Tony wants to hear. He knew Lutha was panicking, and he did figure the state of his eyes were scaring the younger man, but just hearing him say that, assuming Tony is out to kill him, hits a nerve. It chills him, and he reacts with sudden, abrupt motion, climbing off of Lutha, only to grab him and pull him up into his arms. He holds him to him tightly, leaning over him like he's sheltering him from a blast.]

No. No, I'm not going to do it. I won't hurt you. You hear me? Nobody's going to hurt you.

[hangfire]

[He doesn't have any time to react before Tony's yanking him up. All he can think is that this is it. There's going to be a knife or glass or metal in his stomach or chest, and waiting for the burn of agonizing pain was only inevitable.

So when it doesn't come at all, he freezes up, breathing erratically against Tony's shoulder as his mind tries to catch up. What the hell? What is he doing?

His hand finds the front of Tony's shirt, fingers digging into the fabric. It's definitely not a return of the embrace, but he's too dizzy to shove the older man back. So there he sits, forehead pressed against Tony's shoulder as he struggles for breath, fatigue making his tension turn to trembling with effort in the other man's arms, trying not to collapse.]

Stop-- please...

[definingfuture]

You're safe.

[He knows Lutha is just terrified. He's familiar with someone being so frozen in panic that they can't even fight back, but he holds on, maybe because he doesn't want Lutha's drive to fight to suddenly kick in and end up hurting both of them. He just holds Lutha protectively and keeps repeating his assurances.]

You're safe. No one is going to hurt you. I promise. I promise you you're going to be safe.

[hangfire]

[There's no response for a long time. Not until Lutha's grip finally starts to loosen, his weight resting more heavily against Tony, his hand slipping up to press against his eyes, the hitch in his breathing changing as he tries to slow himself down.]

[definingfuture]

[Tony keeps hold on Lutha, keeping him tightly against his body, but not trying to do more than that. He can't do anything unless he wants to possibly set off another panic attack. If he lets go Lutha might think Tony is going to hurt him. He might run off. Tony doesn't know, so he keeps him close, waiting for Lutha's breathing to even out.]

It's okay. You scared me, you know that?

[He says it quietly, trying to prompt Lutha to respond without springing anything potentially threatening on him. When all else fails, make a dumb comment.]

[hangfire]

[He gives a half-hearted scoff, not removing his hand from his face.]

...You don't... have to humor me with shit like that.

[Whether he means he was threatened or worried, it still applies. He's not stupid. He knows most people aren't scared of him... let alone for him.

It's fine. It's normal. So what if he doesn't intimidate someone. So what if there's nothing to be scared for. Because he's just.

Fine.]

[definingfuture]

Shut up.

[He doesn't actually sound very convincing when he says that. Tony does loosen his hold on Lutha a bit, but only because he knows Lutha probably doesn't appreciate being smothered. He keeps hugging, though.]

I'm not humoring you. I thought you were going to have a seizure. I don't know how to stop something like that. I thought running into you was going to kill you. So shut up.

[hangfire]

Don't know what that is. [His voice is hoarse, but the response still comes out dry. "Seizure" sounds like some sort of slang, so he doesn't even know what to think about the assumption.

He lets out a long breath, some of the tension in his shoulders letting up when he feels Tony's grip loosen.]

...Takes a lot more than running over me to kill me. Don't fret about stupid things over a day stranger.

[definingfuture]

I thought I was going to kill you.

[And if Tony sounds like a man who is breathless in his attempts not to cry about that, Lutha doesn't have to know why.]

I thought you were going to die with me holding you here. Cut off.