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a rotten crescent moon is laughing

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"" "I'm just scared, I guess. Of this."

Despite all that, they only hold on closer, arms wrapping tightly around Sophos' midsection, desperate to never let go. Xe's terrified. Xe knows it'll sting, knows there's so much risk, knows nothing good will come of this, and it scares him how much he knows this will fucking destroy him. ( I don't want to be the Tower anymore. I just want to go home, and I want that home to include you.)

"I'm scared, but I don't want to shy away ffrom it. From you. I want... to love you without hangups."

( I don't want you to be the Hermit anymore. Just stay in my arms, and maybe we'll wake up somewhere nicer. )

"Ssorry, I'm just — saying things at this ppoint. I don't know where to go ffrom here."

( I don't want to be dead anymore. I don't regret what I did, but I wish I could go back now and bring you with me. )

It's not fair.

( It's not fair. )

Impossibly quiet, muffled through layers of fabric and muscle and skin, xe whispers,

"It's not fair. I don't want to lose this." ""

i'mso fuckign sad


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