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Felixir · 02-24-2019, 12:28 AM

Ohnononononooooooooooo...

This was really not the best time to be having... whatever it was that Abra was currently having, but he wasn't exactly thinking that just yet. His mind was sort of jammed, stuck in danger mode, and he was gripping poor Dorian's arm like it was some kind of lifeline. He couldn't help but give a great start of alarm at his reaction but, rather than let go, just sort of... malfunctioned and froze.

Matters... were really not helped when ghost!Dopple appeared on the scene. Abra's breathing got even more wild and out of control, and as he hyperventilated all he could think was 'dead, dead, she's dead, dying, I'm going to die, dead, dead, dead', but not a word escaped his lips, only gasps for the air that he couldn't seem to properly get into his lungs.

And then Stasya was there, and Abra turned wide brown eyes to her. With all the chaos happening around them, it was difficult to really let her calm tone of voice be as soothing as he would have liked... but he did seem to come to his senses a bit and released Dorian's arm at last.

"I-I'm... s...sorry," he stammered between gasps for air, and tried to do what Stasya said, and breathe. But it was difficult, everything was happening in a rush and he felt like he could barely control anything at all. "I... I d-don't... kn-know..." He wanted everyone. Everyone he knew. Dante and Derf and Alanna and Aaron and Bel and just everyone. Here and safe and away from danger, but everywhere was danger, everything was wrong. And yet, he still wanted to apologise again, even more, for being the way he was right now when he knew he was supposed to be not-freaking-out and helping. Except he was still trying to breathe and not think of monsters and portals and dead staff members and pink things but he was failing on all counts and it was all just... awful.

Breathebreathebreathebreathebreeeeeeathe.

02-24-2019, 12:28 AM	#90 (permalink)
Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,138 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	yikes i am so sorry Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Ohnononononooooooooooo... This was really not the best time to be having... whatever it was that Abra was currently having, but he wasn't exactly thinking that just yet. His mind was sort of jammed, stuck in danger mode, and he was gripping poor Dorian's arm like it was some kind of lifeline. He couldn't help but give a great start of alarm at his reaction but, rather than let go, just sort of... malfunctioned and froze. Matters... were really not helped when ghost!Dopple appeared on the scene. Abra's breathing got even more wild and out of control, and as he hyperventilated all he could think was 'dead, dead, she's dead, dying, I'm going to die, dead, dead, dead', but not a word escaped his lips, only gasps for the air that he couldn't seem to properly get into his lungs. And then Stasya was there, and Abra turned wide brown eyes to her. With all the chaos happening around them, it was difficult to really let her calm tone of voice be as soothing as he would have liked... but he did seem to come to his senses a bit and released Dorian's arm at last. "I-I'm... s...sorry," he stammered between gasps for air, and tried to do what Stasya said, and breathe. But it was difficult, everything was happening in a rush and he felt like he could barely control anything at all. "I... I d-don't... kn-know..." He wanted everyone. Everyone he knew. Dante and Derf and Alanna and Aaron and Bel and just everyone. Here and safe and away from danger, but everywhere was danger, everything was wrong. And yet, he still wanted to apologise again, even more, for being the way he was right now when he knew he was supposed to be not-freaking-out and helping. Except he was still trying to breathe and not think of monsters and portals and dead staff members and pink things but he was failing on all counts and it was all just... awful. Breathebreathebreathebreathebreeeeeeathe. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!