Kintsugi

[Nox]

The darkness ate at his senses. The control slipped through his fingers. His hand was covered in blood from beating against the unyielding stone. Blood dripped from his head from the head butting he'd tried. The horde's instincts overrode his own and he felt it all, saw it all and he hated himself. Hated everything about this loss of control.

A noise in the opposite corner drew his attention.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Nox drew at his power, fought against the slipperiness. No. No. No. He couldn't stop the rush towards her. His feet moved without his power without his control.

Smack! Fluffy belted his face and the horde recoiled in disgust. Nox grabbed it with his bloodied hand and and held the bunny to his nose. The horde retreated into his mind, burried itself under his pscyhe burried itself.

Nox stopped his movement. He sat down on the ground of his own will. He buried his face in the stuffed toy and took in the scent. He buried himself in the scent. Whatever it was the horde abhorred, and with that he'd found a new favorite smell. The power slipped from his fingers. It wasn't a cure, but it was hope.