[ His death had been instantaneous, that much was certain. Anything that happened after wasn't his problem. Their empire had kind of been fucked out from under their feet. He doesn't know where the hell he went after.. there wasn't really anything. Just non-existence. Certainly no damn afterlife.
And then there's awareness. It starts off with the feeling of being present, but not where. Like being on the edge of sleep and trying to chase it down again. Vast darkness is next, and it feels both hot and cold. He feels it down to his core, alighting his veins like the sweetest addictive poison.
Everything happens all at once, like staring at a pinprick of light at the end of a tunnel and coming out the other side, half-blinded. His chest shudders with a gasp and he can feel his limbs trembling, his skin feeling too hot and wet. He can only describe it in his head like being covered in jelly. Vision coming into focus, Flagg commands all of his attention as he always does. Did. No. No no, fuck this. Fuck him. He was dead and he never fucking asked him-- ]
Asshole! [ He doesn't really think about it before he does it, shoving at Flagg's chest with both hands in protest. He shuffles back a few feet, not really trusting his legs to take him further, hands clenching into fists and expression full of fury. ]
I-- how-- what the fuck did you do t' me?! [ Lloyd points an accusatory finger at the man who always seems to loom over everything. His savior and his undoing. His eyes dart around, only now noticing the total destruction surrounding them, the wind of anger leaving him in a bluster of confusion. What the fuck? ]
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And then there's awareness. It starts off with the feeling of being present, but not where. Like being on the edge of sleep and trying to chase it down again. Vast darkness is next, and it feels both hot and cold. He feels it down to his core, alighting his veins like the sweetest addictive poison.
Everything happens all at once, like staring at a pinprick of light at the end of a tunnel and coming out the other side, half-blinded. His chest shudders with a gasp and he can feel his limbs trembling, his skin feeling too hot and wet. He can only describe it in his head like being covered in jelly. Vision coming into focus, Flagg commands all of his attention as he always does. Did. No. No no, fuck this. Fuck him. He was dead and he never fucking asked him-- ]
Asshole! [ He doesn't really think about it before he does it, shoving at Flagg's chest with both hands in protest. He shuffles back a few feet, not really trusting his legs to take him further, hands clenching into fists and expression full of fury. ]
I-- how-- what the fuck did you do t' me?! [ Lloyd points an accusatory finger at the man who always seems to loom over everything. His savior and his undoing. His eyes dart around, only now noticing the total destruction surrounding them, the wind of anger leaving him in a bluster of confusion. What the fuck? ]