((Apparently, I have a morbid streak a mile wide. Fred, when the camera pans away- from "A Hole in the World". Fragmented and strange. Rated maybe PG13/R, season 5 spoilers- if that's still an issue.))

Fear, suppressed

I am not afraid

for sanity's sake. Cannot fear, can't scream, though the skin is too hard now- lips frozen together, at least Wes won't hear,

ohgod

And she doesn't want to go, but could it please end any way but this? Not this viscous rush,

disgusting

in agony as nerve endings dissolve into the melted mess of organs-

What's holding her together? Jelly and soup and a hard chrysalis

Wes-

And a soul.

/flash/

There is a dark place. Strange, putrid.

Trapped-

Fear, suppressed

I am not afraid

for sanity's sake.

I am Illyria; I cannot fear.