"Dreams"
GET AWAY FROM ME!
RIN! RIN! WAKE UP!
With eyes wide open she couldnt see the man in front of her. Her eyes were useless in dreams. It never stopped her from feeling. They were always stronger than her in the dreams. Always.
RIN! A slap in the face. She was face down in the dirt, a frightened child.
PLEASE STOP! She cried. She was locked in that
room again, a defenseless sex slave. She couldnt do anything but cry, she was powerless against them.
RIN! She gasped, Yinwus face swimming into view, blurred by the tears pooling in her eyes.
Oh god, she breathed, not daring to allow a single muscle to relax in case she fell back to her dreams. Yinwu let go of her wrists and backed up until he was sitting at the base of a tree, respectfully giving her the space she normally demanded of him. Guiltily she realized if he had pulled her close like he often did when teasing, she wouldnt have had the will to pull away. Heedless of the dirt that was crawling into the creases of her clothes, Rinsei pulled her knees toward her chest and wrapped her arms around her waist, searching, fumbling for the syringe in its metal container. I- I must have forgot, she murmured more to herself than her companion as she pulled the glass tube from the foam padding. When she brought it to her face to knock out the air bubbles, she could only stare in horror at it. Empty.
You took it before you went to sleep, Yinwus quiet voice said from the shadows of the forest. She could barely hear him, her ears were welling up in silence; the kind that blocks out everything but one word. Empty.
N-no. No. No! NO! It cracked in her hand and she threw it away, unwilling to touch the syringe the same way she was unwilling to accept the truth. She was immune to the drug. NO! Hands clenched at the sides of her head, pressing into her temples even though they did nothing for her. Gentle fingers removed her own and held them away. It didnt escape her notice that he still didnt touch her more than he needed to.
Youll work through this, he whispered. But he didnt know. He couldnt know. He could NEVER know, never understand.
I cant! she whimpered, barely trying to pull her hands out of his grasp. I cant dream!
Theyre not real. He let himself get a better grip on her fingers. It felt so good, like an island in the middle of an ocean.
They were, they were real. She stopped pulling away, too tired to put up her façade of strength, too tired to be annoyed, too tired to care.
Theyre not anymore. They cant hurt you anymore. She could feel him stiffen, feel the wheels in his head turning in a million different directions as she leaned back against his stomach, facing the stars through the dense leaves as she rested her head against his shoulder. He wasnt much bigger than her, but his shoulders were broad enough.
They still hurt, she murmured as she drifted off into a dream that for once, was not about the past.
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Some more Yinwu/Rinsei stuff.
So, I thought I was totally original and pulled the name Yinwu outta my head. Turns out it's the name of a famous Chinese poet. Which is okay, since I was worried I might have to change his name to an acutual Chinese name.
Annnnd Rinsei is afraid of dreaming. It's the only time when she's not "in control" of what's happening to her.
Today is hopefully going to be spent working on adding some color to some of these :3

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Speaking of chinese. It's really hard to make asians look ethnically acurate...
Actually ethnicity is mostly about subtlety; it's one of the most challenging aspects of character design - generally you have a lot of characters that wind up being 'black-faced' by overdone stereotypes (anime in general is the worst of all when it comes to this, even westerners are 'white-faced' to an inane level, and Hispanic or Black characters just come out looking silly), it's one of the aspects of character design I refuse to give up working on.
Amasing!<3