#also rip anyone that still follows me im afraid the hyperfixation has gotten to the point of bypassing the 'sharing writing' anxiety

[rivilu]

[Narration] You know the man in front of you. Your heart beats faster in your chest, as if responding to memories your can't seem to recall. But something is.. off

Something about his eyes / something in the details of his face

Your mind goes back to the dying mindflayer in the wreckage. The forced compassion. Is this what this is? This overwhelming sense of safety? The urge to protect? To be protected?

You're next to certain. But then why can't you shake the feeling you've seen that face before?