[If Shiro was aware of Hunk's thoughts, he'd be both deeply effected and touched - and horrified at the thought of anyone else having to share his nightmares. As is, he's hardly even aware anyone else is there anymore, the pain rippling and ripping through his body all consuming and his Galra hand digs fingers deep into the soil as if he can somehow claw his way free of what his body is doing to him. His body continues to fold and shrink into itself, becoming more human in all nightmare ways, claws and bent fingers folded half into paws, legs bent at the wrong knees, and jaws far too big for his face with long glistening fangs when he opens his human mouth and screams again, raw and human.
It ends though. It has to end eventually and the fur is the last part of him to fade from beast back into human, sinking into him as if its still a waiting part of what he is, leaving behind growing patches of pale, sweat soaked skin and revealing scars. So many violent and ugly scars, some of them still the new pink of fresh marks but most the dull dark purple or white of old ones. Shiro's body lays like something that's been tossed aside and discarded, utterly loose jointed - but he breathes. He breathes, chest heaving with it and after a short amount of time his eyes crack open, slit with pain -
and they're the cloudy sky grey of completely human eyes.]
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It ends though. It has to end eventually and the fur is the last part of him to fade from beast back into human, sinking into him as if its still a waiting part of what he is, leaving behind growing patches of pale, sweat soaked skin and revealing scars. So many violent and ugly scars, some of them still the new pink of fresh marks but most the dull dark purple or white of old ones. Shiro's body lays like something that's been tossed aside and discarded, utterly loose jointed - but he breathes. He breathes, chest heaving with it and after a short amount of time his eyes crack open, slit with pain -
and they're the cloudy sky grey of completely human eyes.]