[ was this beginning to sound— garbled? in tongues? words that in a blink, in a second’s worth of returning in memory is not the same as it was heard the first time. it carries the same weight of what lurks in the sand by name. falco too, seems to be closing the proximity between them. nothing seems hostile about him— only that he looks sick, chalky white and ill fed, veins an easy show in his eyes and across ashy skin, but not a dark green hue that his blood is to provide.
it’s clearly a brilliant shade of purple that invades the iris and taints the sclera. with each passing moment, it seems that the boy’s features twist to cry, to shed tears, but their thick and unnatural— when one bead finally drops, it strings in the air. it’s slime. ]
s,ʇᴉ everywhere when you cover your ears.
[ when you’ve had enough. when you’re desperate. this it is inducing thought without reading its own name, because that’s not how it works. it’s easy to imagine the quiet. it’s silent after you die. it’s silent when worlds cease to exist.
the more thoughts roam around its meaning, the more it feels grand despite being so small in this vessel. well, this vessel could be grand, too. the name holds a power as entrancing as a spell, but the same fear a civilian would have to touch a gun. ]
no subject
[ was this beginning to sound— garbled? in tongues? words that in a blink, in a second’s worth of returning in memory is not the same as it was heard the first time. it carries the same weight of what lurks in the sand by name. falco too, seems to be closing the proximity between them. nothing seems hostile about him— only that he looks sick, chalky white and ill fed, veins an easy show in his eyes and across ashy skin, but not a dark green hue that his blood is to provide.
it’s clearly a brilliant shade of purple that invades the iris and taints the sclera. with each passing moment, it seems that the boy’s features twist to cry, to shed tears, but their thick and unnatural— when one bead finally drops, it strings in the air. it’s slime. ]
s,ʇᴉ everywhere when you cover your ears.
[ when you’ve had enough. when you’re desperate. this it is inducing thought without reading its own name, because that’s not how it works. it’s easy to imagine the quiet. it’s silent after you die. it’s silent when worlds cease to exist.
the more thoughts roam around its meaning, the more it feels grand despite being so small in this vessel. well, this vessel could be grand, too. the name holds a power as entrancing as a spell, but the same fear a civilian would have to touch a gun. ]