#if someone finds the mumu don't @ me. this is simply what occured in soc :itsb:

[onceweptarchive]

IT ISN’T THE SOUND HE NOTICES WHEN HE COMES TO,    but the complete and utter lack of it. It’s enough to stir him awake, the absence of the near constant wailing that had been seared into his mind. And it’s deafening. Matthias blinks for a moment, breath halting as eyes scan the room that he’s found himself in. The light filtering in forces him to squint his eyes against it, the lack of damp leaks air that feels too crisp into his lungs. His mouth is dry. It’s the first time he’s been able to feel his body, and he almost wishes for the alternative to this complete exhaustion, to drift back...

He knows there’s no time for that now as he startles himself awake again. Rolling from his spot on the small sofa, as quick and silent on his feet as ever, he takes better stock of the room. It isn’t one of his own, the furniture tells him that. A safe house, maybe, though he knows the ranks are none too kind to potential deserters. There isn’t a wand in sight, and though his mind and body are still addled, still rife with unnameable malaise, Matthias steels himself for the potential to meet friend or foe. He creeps to the door way, muscles tense as he hears the tap of footsteps and flattens himself against the wall.

When the familiar form whips into the room he doesn’t even recognize her, lunging without thinking, pulling her against him from behind as a tray clatters before them.    “   Who are you? What do you want?   ”   He whispers the demand as his arm tightens around the others neck, a testament to the distrust that courses through his veins. To the self preservation that has been built in him. Lavender. It’s enough to make him sick as it floods his senses, and Matthias recoils instantly. Mind racing with venom, with realization that he doesn’t want to be touching her    (and yet he does all the same)    he shoves her away, nearly spitting as he speaks.    “    Nina.    ”

@nomcurners​