He isn’t ready for this. It’s too soon. He’s only been back from the dead for...what? Ten days? He can still feel the laser tearing through his body, killing him. He’s had nightmares about it every time he closes his eyes, and he’s quite certain that those nightmares are going to continue for the foreseeable future. He can’t go back yet. He’s not ready. He can’t even protect himself anymore.
Those who know Joscelin well may find him hiding in a dark corner of the dressing carriage, still in his regular clothes. He’s curled into a ball, rocking back and forth as the panic threatens to overwhelm him.
Blue Team (OTA)
Somehow, for reasons still a mystery to him, Joss ultimately decided to go on the mission. Someone needs to look after Romeo, even if he can’t protect his friend like he used to. And it’s just evacuating people. He’s done that before—rather successfully on the mission with the dying planet, he thinks.
So, down by the gates, one may find a small boy in a brilliantly purple tunic and cloak helping to convince people to flee the city. He’s so pale he almost looks like a vampire again, his fists are clenched so tight his fingernails are cutting into his palms, and he can’t seem to stop shaking, but he’s here.
no subject
No. No no no no no no no no.
He isn’t ready for this. It’s too soon. He’s only been back from the dead for...what? Ten days? He can still feel the laser tearing through his body, killing him. He’s had nightmares about it every time he closes his eyes, and he’s quite certain that those nightmares are going to continue for the foreseeable future. He can’t go back yet. He’s not ready. He can’t even protect himself anymore.
Those who know Joscelin well may find him hiding in a dark corner of the dressing carriage, still in his regular clothes. He’s curled into a ball, rocking back and forth as the panic threatens to overwhelm him.
Blue Team (OTA)
Somehow, for reasons still a mystery to him, Joss ultimately decided to go on the mission. Someone needs to look after Romeo, even if he can’t protect his friend like he used to. And it’s just evacuating people. He’s done that before—rather successfully on the mission with the dying planet, he thinks.
So, down by the gates, one may find a small boy in a brilliantly purple tunic and cloak helping to convince people to flee the city. He’s so pale he almost looks like a vampire again, his fists are clenched so tight his fingernails are cutting into his palms, and he can’t seem to stop shaking, but he’s here.