[It isn't entirely his choice to be drawn into the hunt. Sasuke's found his way over to the maze due to its resemblance to the underground labyrinth he'd discovered in his exploration of Stygian borders, though he hasn't yet committed himself to entering. Given the murmurs of the crowd, evidently he's not alone in his notice. An interesting way to celebrate — not that he can find any blame among the resident Restless. Distractions in caricature and merriment, sometimes, take the mind off of the horror of reality.
They've assigned him a role, but it isn't one he's performing. Prey. The word calls to mind too many things that he isn't — and as the walls of the maze close around him, corn stalks tall and wreathed in eerie fog, the rest of the world slips into the back of his mind. Darker thoughts are louder, resonant, sibilant with the urge to act on what he's repressed all this time, every deferent I'm fine, it's different, I understand myself a pale mirage of some other person. Someone he isn't.
Sasuke doesn't navigate the maze with any urgency to escape. His movements are methodical, eyes a bright gleam of mismatched red-and-purple in the dark, mapping every turn to the layout in his mind that keeps him centered. The moon and the stars above are beacons of guidance; the distant noise of voices enjoying the festivities are too far away to matter.
Eventually he stops abruptly at the juncture of two paths. He only turns his head to look behind him.]
Come out. There's no way that you would escape my eyes. [A low, drawling voice.] I sensed you before. You and another out in the Shadowlands. [Not chakra, but something like it, some spiritual energy he can't name, faint and flickering.]
𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 | harvest hunt
They've assigned him a role, but it isn't one he's performing. Prey. The word calls to mind too many things that he isn't — and as the walls of the maze close around him, corn stalks tall and wreathed in eerie fog, the rest of the world slips into the back of his mind. Darker thoughts are louder, resonant, sibilant with the urge to act on what he's repressed all this time, every deferent I'm fine, it's different, I understand myself a pale mirage of some other person. Someone he isn't.
Sasuke doesn't navigate the maze with any urgency to escape. His movements are methodical, eyes a bright gleam of mismatched red-and-purple in the dark, mapping every turn to the layout in his mind that keeps him centered. The moon and the stars above are beacons of guidance; the distant noise of voices enjoying the festivities are too far away to matter.
Eventually he stops abruptly at the juncture of two paths. He only turns his head to look behind him.]
Come out. There's no way that you would escape my eyes. [A low, drawling voice.] I sensed you before. You and another out in the Shadowlands. [Not chakra, but something like it, some spiritual energy he can't name, faint and flickering.]