It's a strange feeling, and not at all a good one. It only seems to get stronger as time goes on, and as S-4 notices his family members are feeling the same thing. Sans-Serif cuts himself off thanks to something like pain, Tauriel drops her fabric. The Shadows even seem to know something is wrong, crowding a bit closer to the skeleton and letting out concerned squeaks.
"M-Mom? Brother?"
S-4's voice wavers, but it's not just out of fear... he feels like he might actually physically be getting quieter. It's like he's hearing his own voice from far away, across a crowded room. He reaches for Tauriel, gripping one of her hands, despite how numb he feels, before reaching for Sans-Serif.
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Date: 2016-06-21 02:45 am (UTC)"M-Mom? Brother?"
S-4's voice wavers, but it's not just out of fear... he feels like he might actually physically be getting quieter. It's like he's hearing his own voice from far away, across a crowded room. He reaches for Tauriel, gripping one of her hands, despite how numb he feels, before reaching for Sans-Serif.