Terezi's body gives an involuntary shudder when the cord is removed, accompanied by a heavy exhale. It's a relief, even if she's too far gone to realize it. There's no pulse of input directing her thoughts, there's no channel funneling output from her visions. For the first time in too many months, she's finally alone in her own head.
An alarm sounds now, a red banner flashing across the bottom of the empty data screen and low buzzing sound echoing through the room. Error. Invalid input. No signal. Reconnect.
She's light as a feather when Karkat lifts her from the chair, nowhere near what she used to weigh. Despite being taller than him, she folds into his arms easily, her head lolling against his shoulder. Her eyes are still closed, but a whimper issues from her throat--hoarse but audible. It's hard to tell if she's aware of his presence or if it's simply the jostling disturbing her.
There's alarms in the hall, the same buzzing issuing everywhere Karkat turns, red lights flashing ominously from the corners. Security breach, security breach. At some point, Terezi finally half-opens her eyes, staring with groggy blindness. Her breathing doesn't change from it's slow and steady pace, but she takes in the scent of her surroundings with a detached sort of awareness. Nothing strikes her as strange. She had visions like this before (or were they fantasies? the made-up product of her own imprisonment...), she knows how this ends. It won't be long before she's whisked off to a new place in time. There's no point in dwelling on a scenario where they succeed.
There's no point in hope at all, but the what if sends of twinge through her heart. She wants to believe that Karkat is holding her. She wants to believe that he came for her. These were the visions that always hurt her the most. Even after a year of imprisonment and solitude, each time the possibility of escape arises, it only makes the thought that much more painful. She closes her eyes again as tears well up, spilling down her cheeks. She doesn't care if it's not real. He smells real, and that's all she needs right now. However long it lasts.
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An alarm sounds now, a red banner flashing across the bottom of the empty data screen and low buzzing sound echoing through the room. Error. Invalid input. No signal. Reconnect.
She's light as a feather when Karkat lifts her from the chair, nowhere near what she used to weigh. Despite being taller than him, she folds into his arms easily, her head lolling against his shoulder. Her eyes are still closed, but a whimper issues from her throat--hoarse but audible. It's hard to tell if she's aware of his presence or if it's simply the jostling disturbing her.
There's alarms in the hall, the same buzzing issuing everywhere Karkat turns, red lights flashing ominously from the corners. Security breach, security breach. At some point, Terezi finally half-opens her eyes, staring with groggy blindness. Her breathing doesn't change from it's slow and steady pace, but she takes in the scent of her surroundings with a detached sort of awareness. Nothing strikes her as strange. She had visions like this before (or were they fantasies? the made-up product of her own imprisonment...), she knows how this ends. It won't be long before she's whisked off to a new place in time. There's no point in dwelling on a scenario where they succeed.
There's no point in hope at all, but the what if sends of twinge through her heart. She wants to believe that Karkat is holding her. She wants to believe that he came for her. These were the visions that always hurt her the most. Even after a year of imprisonment and solitude, each time the possibility of escape arises, it only makes the thought that much more painful. She closes her eyes again as tears well up, spilling down her cheeks. She doesn't care if it's not real. He smells real, and that's all she needs right now. However long it lasts.