shout into the void

Yelling as a means of reducing stress is something Selene will have to try more. Already she can feel her disposition settling, but her want for cuss words is only growing. She can feel it fucking bubbling up in her chest and making their god damn way around her head. That feels silly. It feels fucking silly and she fucking loves it. Everything is fantastic, and here she is. A void. Maybe she's the void. If Selene was a void, she'd be the most full void that you ever did god damn see. Right. She'd stop that. It was getting to be ridiculous now. She was starting to giggle as she shouted, and there was something more than lovely about it. Therapeutic shouting. If Selene had been a healer, she would have suggested it to everyone, all at once. Maybe she'd even do it by shouting.


There was a weird echo, one that bounced her shouts right back. How odd. Did she really sound like that? Inwardly, Selene cringed. That was terrible. She couldn't actually sound like that, could she? Oh goddess of the moon that was terrible. It distracted the girl from her shouting for long enough to come up with a new plan. She was going to see, once and for all, if she really was that awful.


Summoning the deepest breath she could, Selene rocked back on her heels. An earth shattering "Hello?" bubbled forth from her insides, and she was really and truly uncertain what would answer. After that moment, she's quiet once more, prepared for the reverberating sound to bounce back to herself. Something in Selene's chest left her feeling unsure, anxious and waiting for the sound to come back.


And when it does, there's a bit of self disgust that bubbles up. Oh that was terrible. At the head of the crack, she flops down. How could anyone take her seriously when she sounded like that?