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[notwearingsocks]

( go back. )
( move on. )

[notwearingsocks]

( listen. )

( move on. )

[notwearingsocks]

heat. the burning scent of smoke, filling his lungs. gasping aloud as he stumbled through the room, reaching out to grip the doorknob, pulling away with a sharp intake of breath when the metal seared the skin of his palm. his breaths becoming more of a wheeze as his knees landed heavily on the wooden floors that were beginning to collapse in on themselves nearer the center of the room, wood creaking loudly in protest as fire lapped at the ceiling of the first floor. he could hear shouting from outside, his father's voice, a hoarse gasp that may have come from his own throat, and then the sound seemed to fade, coming from far away until there was silence, his vision darkening before that, too, disappeared.
( move on. )

[notwearingsocks]

victor's breaths were ragged and harsh, as if he hadn't inhaled in a while. when he opened his eyes to tiny slits, a piercing light forced him to squeeze them shut again, his chest rising and falling quickly. he had died. he had burned. he flexed his fingers, wiggling his toes. he still had all of his limbs, then. he felt oddly heavy, and, as he sat up slowly, opening his eyes once more and refusing to close them this time, he turned slightly, a rough gasp escaping his throat.