.silver.
✨experiencing autistic burnout✨
Literally just needed somewhere to be angsty. Feel free to just hop in if you do too, if you like playing protector/healer characters, or if you just wanna be here for the ride. There's no plot, just straight-up vibes and seeing where we go 
I'm 26 and I prefer to write with people 18+
It was a lot and she was tired.
The screaming that wasn't heard. The pain that wasn't pain. It was embarrassing, honestly. And, it would probably come back. Probably later. Maybe not. Aella sat quietly, catching her breath. She was tired, and it was a lot.
She felt sick to her stomach. Not in a way that would cause her to vomit, but in a way that felt like her soul was exiting her body. Aella held her head in her hands and continued to breathe. It was all she had control over. She had no real perception of her surroundings except that she was sitting on the ground inside a cold room. It was dark in the way that there were probably closed curtains with plenty of sun outside. Aella started to hyperventilate again and quickly regained control of her breathing. How embarrassing. And yet, she wanted to be seen. Embarrassing.
Her head ached. Did she really hit it that hard? She raised one hand to touch her head, but quickly brought it down out of fear of starting the process all over again. This was the second or third bought within the last 24 hours, anyway. Could she trigger it again?
Did she want to?
Could she lay back without collapsing? Aella willed her eyes to focus on her immediate surroundings. Hardwood floor, a rug. She wasn't too far from a wall. Aella scooted herself across the two feet gap and gently leaned her body against the wall. After a second or two, she felt her body give in. The muscles relaxed. She didn't realize how tensely she was sitting, but she wasn't surprised. The nausea that wasn't nausea came back and Aella closed her eyes. 1... 2... 3... She counted her breaths. She got to five before the aftershock shook her from her core. A small spasm. Embarrassing. Hyperventilating. Aella opened her eyes. Slow breaths. Her body began to materialize. She hadn't realized how unreal she felt.
Aella allowed herself to slide to the floor. She lay on her back for a moment, then rolled over to her side. Heavy. Be heavy, her mind said. Oh my god, she thought in response. Once again, her muscles relaxed and she melted into the floor. I'mstuckinheresavemeI'mvictimtoit. A pause. Embarrassing. She was tired. It felt like it was hard to breathe but she probably was just breathing normally without tension for the first time in what was definitely hours. Embarrassing..., she thought quietly, weakly. She let her eyes unfocus. It was a lot.
I'm 26 and I prefer to write with people 18+It was a lot and she was tired.
The screaming that wasn't heard. The pain that wasn't pain. It was embarrassing, honestly. And, it would probably come back. Probably later. Maybe not. Aella sat quietly, catching her breath. She was tired, and it was a lot.
She felt sick to her stomach. Not in a way that would cause her to vomit, but in a way that felt like her soul was exiting her body. Aella held her head in her hands and continued to breathe. It was all she had control over. She had no real perception of her surroundings except that she was sitting on the ground inside a cold room. It was dark in the way that there were probably closed curtains with plenty of sun outside. Aella started to hyperventilate again and quickly regained control of her breathing. How embarrassing. And yet, she wanted to be seen. Embarrassing.
Her head ached. Did she really hit it that hard? She raised one hand to touch her head, but quickly brought it down out of fear of starting the process all over again. This was the second or third bought within the last 24 hours, anyway. Could she trigger it again?
Did she want to?
Could she lay back without collapsing? Aella willed her eyes to focus on her immediate surroundings. Hardwood floor, a rug. She wasn't too far from a wall. Aella scooted herself across the two feet gap and gently leaned her body against the wall. After a second or two, she felt her body give in. The muscles relaxed. She didn't realize how tensely she was sitting, but she wasn't surprised. The nausea that wasn't nausea came back and Aella closed her eyes. 1... 2... 3... She counted her breaths. She got to five before the aftershock shook her from her core. A small spasm. Embarrassing. Hyperventilating. Aella opened her eyes. Slow breaths. Her body began to materialize. She hadn't realized how unreal she felt.
Aella allowed herself to slide to the floor. She lay on her back for a moment, then rolled over to her side. Heavy. Be heavy, her mind said. Oh my god, she thought in response. Once again, her muscles relaxed and she melted into the floor. I'mstuckinheresavemeI'mvictimtoit. A pause. Embarrassing. She was tired. It felt like it was hard to breathe but she probably was just breathing normally without tension for the first time in what was definitely hours. Embarrassing..., she thought quietly, weakly. She let her eyes unfocus. It was a lot.
