Date: 2016-07-27 05:22 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] al2955
[ When it opens, his tears are met with more moisture — to be exact, the black room he's in begins to flood with water, an oppressive wave bursting in from the ether of his mind. Or perhaps Alice's mind? It's hard to distinguish now. To separate them. Where he ends, and she begins — they had become like ouroboros, though it called into question who ruled who — the head or the tail.

Soon the room is as full as a pitcher. Jack will find it more and more difficult to breathe, and, like before, he'll be aware that he isn't going to die. It's akin to the feeling of plunging a knife into a person right as they're about to die, causing just enough adrenaline to release for them to regain their consciousness. A cruel game, like a cat toying with its food.

When Jack finally closes his eyes, he'll find himself back on the ship. Back to reality. And his hand is wrapped firmly around his neck. He might try to stop it with his other — with Rhys's, that is — but he'll be unable to pry it off.

Within his head, like an echo, he'll hear Alice's voice. ]


Every experiment needs a healthy amount of control. Thank you for allowing me this, Jack. Remember who is alpha and who is omega.

[ Slowly, Jack will find his grip — Alice's grip — on his throat loosen until it is no more. Until his body and mind is his own again. ]

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