06-17-2025, 01:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-17-2025, 03:36 PM by PhantomUnderYourDesk.
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Current theme song from Bern's POV!! Because the way I interpret this song, it absolutely matches the situation. Almost too well. There I sit at my desk™, all teared up. May you rest in much deserved peace , Chester Bennington.
I'm going to cut myself relatively short here as well to focuc on the reactions and not hold things back unnecessarily, sorry for that.
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--- Time must have become fake for a very specific Magi. ---
Because one moment he saw the face/mask of that damned Masked Wolf waaay too close in front of him ('personal space, personal space please!! Respect my boundaries please!!1'), the very next moment he found himself on the harsh and utterly cold ground of the beach of the city. Bernhard feels like he has lost a few seconds of awareness, did the longly-ago accquired mechanism of self-protection of his teenage mind - dissociative amnesia - kick in again..?
It took him another, painfully long, moment to realize that the sand around him was stained in an ugly crimson shade of color, and the air around him smelled like hot iron. This only confused him even more.
???
He raised one arm [note: the non-gaunteted one] to wipe some sand and cold sweat from his cheek with the sleeve of his fine skyblue robe, only to find it severly stained in the very shade of red that the sand was around him; whatever it was, he only smeared it. And things didn't stop there, from the look of it the pool of red was growing larger every second. It dyed the grains of sand in a VERY ugly, gruesome and morbid way.
Sounds were muted and his vision blurred, another sign that something was absolutely not right at all.
What that 'something' was however escaped Bernhard.
Bless his brilliant mind for protecting him from the horrors.
?????
...For so long that is, as he made the huge mistake to look sideways.
That very sleeve of his robe was stained even MORE in that crimson shade, and it slowly but surely SPREAD.
.....?
.....THAT WAS THE VERY MOMENT REALITY HIT BERNHARD HARD, MUCH TOO HARD AND FACEFIRST WITHOUT ANY HINT OF MERCY.
Zephy's panic, tangible even through her signature Premier Ball, reached him. Emotions Bernhard didn't even know he had washed over him, all at once, in a mighty tsunami-like wave.
And there he was, completely helpless. That Masked Wolf rendered him as defenseless as he could ever be, as vulnerable as he could only be.
...Whatever took a crack within Bernhard from the previous days' events, stoic and self-secure and confident as he always gave himself...
....it now broke apart into a thousand pieces, leaving him shattered and left all alone to pick them up.
.....!!!!!
"Anything can be art. Anything can be self-expression. Now take your weapon and run with it" [Gerard Way]
--Windos is my OTP ❤---
`❤★`°・:*:・。
。・:*:・゚’★❤`
--Windos is my OTP ❤---
`❤★`°・:*:・。
。・:*:・゚’★❤`


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