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gibken[OOC: This is a behind the scenes ficlet starring Enter (interpolate) and Joe (gibken), both belonging to me. Warnings for captivity, implied torture, and mind fuckery.]
Like crawling from the depths of his own mind, he clawed his way to the surface just to stick some small part of himself through into wakefulness. His physical body was stuck, frozen stiff, unresponsive. But he could hear. Two voices, bickering. He had the fleeting thought that it might be two of his brothers, the tone was the same as any one of their disagreements. But then the laugh, high pitched and sharp. No, that wasn't anyone in his family. Someone else's family, probably.
His tenuous grip on consciousness failed and he slipped back into peaceful oblivion.
( Many more words beneath here. )
interpolate) and Joe (gibken), both belonging to me. Warnings for captivity, implied torture, and mind fuckery.] Like crawling from the depths of his own mind, he clawed his way to the surface just to stick some small part of himself through into wakefulness. His physical body was stuck, frozen stiff, unresponsive. But he could hear. Two voices, bickering. He had the fleeting thought that it might be two of his brothers, the tone was the same as any one of their disagreements. But then the laugh, high pitched and sharp. No, that wasn't anyone in his family. Someone else's family, probably.
His tenuous grip on consciousness failed and he slipped back into peaceful oblivion.
( Many more words beneath here. )
