Lan Fan had no explanation for the sudden and all-encompassing feeling that overcame her without any sort of warning. 'Feeling' did not really describe it right, it was her entire existence. It was an immense pressure that seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once, making it difficult to think or breathe or register anything at all. Like her skin and all of her insides were writhing and swallowing her up at the same time.
She couldn't grasp her surroundings, rolling onto her stomach before pulling her limbs in close, nearly into the fetal position, half moaning and half snarling as she tried to ground herself through the delirium and the distinct emptiness that somehow formed inside her even as she felt as though she was drowning.
She cried out, her eyes screwed shut tight, her hands balling into fists into whatever was beneath her--and even as she did that it was if she heard Ling's voice somewhere through it all, as distressed as she was. And while that would normally cause extreme worry in her this time it was coupled with some sort of rage that ran on a different line than usual.
She finally cracked her eyes open, looking up from her crouched position before craning her neck a bit and instantly recognizing Greed's room. A surge of anger went through her, more so than usual and she shouted his name with a snarl--and the sound of her own voice stopped her dead.
It was Ling's voice. Her hand went to her throat--her left hand. Her flesh left hand. She pulled her hands away, looked down at them and froze. She knew these hands, these arms, just as well as her own. She turned them over, shaking a bit in shock and looked down at 'her' body, seeing Ling's bare chest.
Or should she say Greed's...
Her head jerked toward the door, her jaw going slack for just a moment to see her own body standing there shouting at her. And without really considering any of it at all she shouted back, "WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
Because clearly this had to be Greed's fault. It certainly wasn't hers.
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She couldn't grasp her surroundings, rolling onto her stomach before pulling her limbs in close, nearly into the fetal position, half moaning and half snarling as she tried to ground herself through the delirium and the distinct emptiness that somehow formed inside her even as she felt as though she was drowning.
She cried out, her eyes screwed shut tight, her hands balling into fists into whatever was beneath her--and even as she did that it was if she heard Ling's voice somewhere through it all, as distressed as she was. And while that would normally cause extreme worry in her this time it was coupled with some sort of rage that ran on a different line than usual.
She finally cracked her eyes open, looking up from her crouched position before craning her neck a bit and instantly recognizing Greed's room. A surge of anger went through her, more so than usual and she shouted his name with a snarl--and the sound of her own voice stopped her dead.
It was Ling's voice. Her hand went to her throat--her left hand. Her flesh left hand. She pulled her hands away, looked down at them and froze. She knew these hands, these arms, just as well as her own. She turned them over, shaking a bit in shock and looked down at 'her' body, seeing Ling's bare chest.
Or should she say Greed's...
Her head jerked toward the door, her jaw going slack for just a moment to see her own body standing there shouting at her. And without really considering any of it at all she shouted back, "WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
Because clearly this had to be Greed's fault. It certainly wasn't hers.