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credence_barebone) wrote2016-12-05 01:23 pm
credence_barebone) wrote2016-12-05 01:23 pm
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[Closed PSL]
Credence wasn't sure where he was.
After all the confusion and devastation, his mind was a twisted whirl of emotions but he wasn't dead... He knew that, at least. A wisp of him had fled upwards, enveloped in the Obscurus and maybe he had gone through time, space, worlds... Who knew?
But he now found himself walking down an unknown street. He felt lost, alone and helpless, drained of his fury and pain. Hunching his shoulders, his hands clasped anxiously together, he skulked along nervously, eyes darting back and forth like a frightened animal who fears there are predators around.
After all the confusion and devastation, his mind was a twisted whirl of emotions but he wasn't dead... He knew that, at least. A wisp of him had fled upwards, enveloped in the Obscurus and maybe he had gone through time, space, worlds... Who knew?
But he now found himself walking down an unknown street. He felt lost, alone and helpless, drained of his fury and pain. Hunching his shoulders, his hands clasped anxiously together, he skulked along nervously, eyes darting back and forth like a frightened animal who fears there are predators around.