Sharp turns and weaving motion, footwork forced to tighten up and move faster between the mimicries of old junk, of the resting place of not just many ships but of the version of her life she'd tried so hard to cling to that she left claw marks in it.
Her eyes won't focus in more than short bursts, snapshots of the familiar face lost so quickly to an intricate tangle of metal and memory. Imagined pressure bears down from impassionate eyes and though she is still muzzled, even her singing voice locked behind the mouth of her mask, she remembers her own pleading well:
I can't leave. Not yet.
A flash of technicolour, at the edge of the stage—there one second and gone the next. CT's head snaps toward it so hard her hair whips and her neck aches, and she pulls at the hold, body refusing to follow the next turn as a hand reaches out futilely into the darkness a hair's breadth from colliding with sharp debris.
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Sharp turns and weaving motion, footwork forced to tighten up and move faster between the mimicries of old junk, of the resting place of not just many ships but of the version of her life she'd tried so hard to cling to that she left claw marks in it.
Her eyes won't focus in more than short bursts, snapshots of the familiar face lost so quickly to an intricate tangle of metal and memory. Imagined pressure bears down from impassionate eyes and though she is still muzzled, even her singing voice locked behind the mouth of her mask, she remembers her own pleading well:
I can't leave. Not yet.
A flash of technicolour, at the edge of the stage—there one second and gone the next. CT's head snaps toward it so hard her hair whips and her neck aches, and she pulls at the hold, body refusing to follow the next turn as a hand reaches out futilely into the darkness a hair's breadth from colliding with sharp debris.