[It bubbles through him, welling up like a high tide. Dragging him under like the undertow. The rippling, malicious orb at the center of all of this narrows his vision, rapt and enraptured. It pours into him and through him.
The words press under the palate of his jaw - how Rosie's always said she hates the cold draft in her office, and that's why she wears the gloves. It was easier than explaining where the terror of the cameras, of the stares, of the pressures had caused her to chew down past her nails...
The soft streaks of despair of a student who knows every staff member here knows them and while they aren't watching, picks apart their thesis. The staff know they're just hiding here, in the comforting world away from pressure, but it's always waiting, looking for weakness. How they've started a plan-
The desperate story of the man in the statement room now, who has no idea that in fleeing one fear, he's bent backwards, offering his soft, tender neck to this Institute instead.
To Jonah. All he needs to do is go and bite down, drink deep of the heady, sweet fear laid at his feet.
Which way is back now? Which way is up?]
"Yes, no that's fine. I... will take care of this. Close up wont you, Rosie?"
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The words press under the palate of his jaw - how Rosie's always said she hates the cold draft in her office, and that's why she wears the gloves. It was easier than explaining where the terror of the cameras, of the stares, of the pressures had caused her to chew down past her nails...
The soft streaks of despair of a student who knows every staff member here knows them and while they aren't watching, picks apart their thesis. The staff know they're just hiding here, in the comforting world away from pressure, but it's always waiting, looking for weakness. How they've started a plan-
The desperate story of the man in the statement room now, who has no idea that in fleeing one fear, he's bent backwards, offering his soft, tender neck to this Institute instead.
To Jonah. All he needs to do is go and bite down, drink deep of the heady, sweet fear laid at his feet.
Which way is back now? Which way is up?]
"Yes, no that's fine. I... will take care of this. Close up wont you, Rosie?"