Dimilix Timeloop CYOA - Ch 1, Pt 5
Jan. 30th, 2024 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This has happened to you before, when you were younger. Sometimes, you would tell your tutor the wrong answer, or you would have a fight with Dima, or you would be put onto the back of a horse that was much too big for you, and the ensuing emotions would simply be too much for your body to contain. That gave you a bit of a reputation as a crybaby, and after the Tragedy you finally understood how imperative it was that you stop.
However, that doesn't mean that it didn't happen. It only changed how it manifested.
“Get the fuck away from me!”
The words are out of your mouth before you can even register that you thought them, your voice loud enough to echo in the stone hall.
Ferdinand withdraws, looking worried and slightly wounded.
“If I have done anything to cause offense…” he starts.
“Shut the fuck up,” you growl. You're breathing too fast. You don't know how to stop it. “This is wrong. This is all wrong. You shouldn't be here! You’re supposed to be in the Empire, and your hair was long, and I'm—”
You died. You know you died. You try to suck in more air, but it hurts so much, like when your chest was torn open on the point of a lance.
This is all wrong.
Ferdinand now looks a bit frightened as well. You hear a couple doors opening as students warily peek their heads out into the hall, but it all falls away as the door second from the back opens, and the Boar walks out.
He looks like he did on their first day at the Academy, his uniform crisp and armor shining, his face the perfect level of expression. Right now his face is wearing the mask of concern as he walks towards you.
“Felix? Felix, are you alright?”A. Try to explain what's happening. You can barely put two thoughts together, much less explain the profound wrongness of all this.
B. Yell at the Boar. It won't get you anywhere, but you might feel better.
C. Withdraw. You can't be looked at, you can't be touched. It's too much.D. Throw your arms around Dimitri. You can't. You can't. You can't.
What do you do?