( it's something to focus on that's real and tangible in a way that this place isn't. laura still hasn't figured out how she feels about any of this except for that the atmosphere doesn't feel quite so desolate in the evenings, and that's nice, but it still doesn't feel particularly real. which is not especially helpful in the midst of hallucinations hinging on the break from reality.
she's fairly confident that her subconscious couldn't dig up a replica of ian quite so accurate, though. his voice is even and measured, unflappable. something to latch onto, that isn't panic and the irrational understanding that she's being hunted by entities that no one can see. )
Are you sure nothing's coming? ( she still feels very much in the throes of fight or flight, rational input can't do much about that. she can clench her hands into fists though, and press her back harder against the wall, and it's that, and whatever ian is saying, that she's trying to keep her focus on.
plants are survivable. plants are completely survivable, in a way that hostile aliens are not. ) Shit. It feels real. Like it's— I can hear them, man.
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she's fairly confident that her subconscious couldn't dig up a replica of ian quite so accurate, though. his voice is even and measured, unflappable. something to latch onto, that isn't panic and the irrational understanding that she's being hunted by entities that no one can see. )
Are you sure nothing's coming? ( she still feels very much in the throes of fight or flight, rational input can't do much about that. she can clench her hands into fists though, and press her back harder against the wall, and it's that, and whatever ian is saying, that she's trying to keep her focus on.
plants are survivable. plants are completely survivable, in a way that hostile aliens are not. ) Shit. It feels real. Like it's— I can hear them, man.