Is This Home?

[animusmods]

Characters: anyone who got sent "home", anyone going to rescue them
Setting: your world?
Format: any
Summary: Post your nightmare world! Travel to other nightmare worlds! Save people from nightmare worlds!
Warnings: general angst/horror warnings for now

There's a bright flash of light and a screech of sound before you pop back into existence in familiar territory. Maybe something's off about it, though...

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[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

"Nooksucking assholes?" he offered in an overly helpful tone, trying to bright a little lightness to what was a very heavy discussion. If he could distract her from her pain, maybe it would make it easier for her to believe this wasn't real. "Or how about taintchaffing bulgelickers? That's one of SS's favouriteth, and I've always liked it."

She'd missed some of the tear tracks, so he reached up and wiped them away for her, smiling sadly. "I really don't think it'th real. They made it too easy to get to - and too obviouth. And much too hurtful."

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Naminé nodded with a touch of hesitation, only because she wasn't entirely certain what that first part of his beginning suggestion meant. It could reasonably be presumed, however, that it was something appropriately bad, and assume she did. His efforts to brighten things made the edges of her mouth turn upward; in the beginning, it was an attempt mostly for his sake, but after the second suggestion for what to call their mutual captors, it became a little more genuine, and she let out an almost-laugh. Although she was not one for insulting others, it was hard not to be angry enough to want to in that situation, and due to her lack of experience with 'bad words', it made her feel almost mischievous to even agree with such statements.

She blinked, momentarily surprised when he wiped at her face, but she did not draw away or flinch. Any reflexive inclination to was suppressed in time to avoid being shown - she knew he had no intention of hurting her, and honestly, once she got past how strange it felt, it was not at all unpleasant. She urged her smile wider to let him know she appreciated the gesture. "...And it's too easy to for something like this to be faked." She exhaled slowly, looking his direction as she thought. "They've already proven how well they can manipulate us, and even our thoughts. ...I learned a long time ago that the people left behind when we were taken to the tower were too important to give up on, no matter what the letters said. It's still true. I should have suspected it was the tower right away, I just--... I'm sorry, Ψiioniic, for-- acting like that."