A human body had never looked so unnatural to him, but for all Braylinn knew the greying construct below him, the form that had once belonged to him, could be nothing more then a cold steel cage. That's all it seemed to be, all his mind repeated as he was dragged back, not one sliver of fondness for the body remaining in his mind. Something in him knew this was fundamentally wrong, but all his his struggling amounted to nothing. He had forgotten in later moments just why he was fighting; for himself, for Timor, for fear... he remembered only that he was fighting and that something wrong was happening.
Then, it was as if a great barred gate swung shut, and Braylinn heard the whispered words "It's all for you."
Braylinn had not known how used to be a ghost he had become. Yet, when real human sensation began to bombard his mind (the table under him, the warmth, the cold, the pain) he could make no sense of it. He sat there perfectly still, dumb, struggles forgotten as his mind worked on the most simple level, sorting out the storm of sensations. Something felt tight in his chest, the pressure mounted, until at the last possible moment something clicked in his mind.
Breathe. Breathe!
He gasped, eyes thrown wide open, and blind. Breathe... they closed again, and again the boy became still as a doll.
Minutes crawled by, five, then ten, then fifteen, all the while his mind working, his flesh warming faintly. It seemed things were going smoothly...
Braylinn's eyes snapped open. He didn't register anything he saw, his hands wrapping around his own chest, grasping his shoulders, grasping the threads.
He pulled. The oozing black lines were pulled taut away from his skin. It was an agony so consuming only the simplest tug pulled his spine into a painful arc, and yet he continued to pull the threads.
Moments crawled by as Braylinn refused to make a sound, to acknowledge anything around him. He could have sworn he felt the threads breaking, and almost felt relief. The threads were stretching from his skin, lifting from where they had sunk into his arms, his legs, and he struggled and tugged against them, like a fly in web.
Suddenly, bolts of silver, like petrified rain, tore into his skin. The boy flinched so badly he tumbled clear off the table onto the cold stone floor, where he lay for a long few minutes after. Silver bolts... around his neck, his wrists, his thighs... his finger tips dumbly touched the warm studs. The threads where he had pulled them out sat sinisterly on his skin, steaming, but the bolts seemed to hold everything in place. From his neck to his thighs seemed untouched, as he had not managed to tug the threads from there, and the bolts had stopped any other damage.
Braylinn's mind whirred in useless circles. He refused to think. His skin was an odd white-gray, a beautiful color for something produced by the slightest decay.
"What have you done to me...?" he murmured. His limbs felt oddly heavy, limb even as he lifted himself up. It was a rather odd sensation. His back ached from where he had writhed on the table, and his skin hummed with cold...
So cold... Braylinn peered at his fingers, at the stitches there, and then slowly down at his cold body. A tremor ran through his bare form and he sank to the floor, cowering behind the table before slipping right under it. He pulled his knees to his chest and shut his eyes, attempting to shrug off the hysteria that seeped into his mind.
What could he do now?
((OOC: I think it works like... Since Timor brought him back Timor *could* move Bray by will like a puppet, if Bray had no soul. Reanimating bodies with no soul is something a necromancer does, and they use the dead like puppets. But, Bray does have a soul, so he can move around on his own. As for who has control, it would be a battle of wills, but since Bray is kind of broken, Timor will probably win... at least for now :3
So, uhm, I suppose that is permission to move Bray about yourself if you want, unless it is something you think he would REALLY hesitate about, in which case give me a chance to decide or not :3
I dont know if Timor was there for that little struggle or not, you can decide ^___^ Also, YES, he is naked, but YOU didnt give him any clothes, so THERE, it's YOUR fault! xDDDDD
And dont worry, I'm really sorry I'm doing slow too ;_; This is REALLY fun and I really wanna be faster myself! Just exams kill ;_;
PS Added a pick of Bray to his profile, and soon I will add a new one of Laz too!! ))