Description
"Dark. Everything is dark. And from the dark, an even darker dark emerges. Like smoke, perhaps shadow, or maybe even living, the darkest dark slithers towards me. Closer, and closer, dark approaches, never seeming to slow or stop. So I run. Run, run, and run. The darkness is never ending, the fear is overwhelming, and the pain is mind-numbing. My lungs fill painfully with frozen mist. My veins throb and burn down to every limb. My eyes well and overflow, thick drops falling in chains down my face. Then, something warm emerges. Like sunbeams, perhaps cozy flames, or maybe even living, the lightest light slithers through my fingers. Tighter, and tighter, light wraps around my wrist, climbing across my skin until the dark doesn't seem so dark anymore. So I stop. I breathe, breathe, and breathe. The darkness is limited, the fear is only in my head, and the pain is bearable. Everything is... okay." ///// Also on Instagram (@drarstar_) & AO3 (@drar_star) ///// We don't support JK Rowling's transphobia here.
Part 001
