[ falco’s knees curl tighter to his chest, and when his eyes begin to water again, it’s of relief, emotional relief that grips onto her hands on his face and nods into them. the silence relinquishes its hold with a sour distaste for the witch’s efforts, though it’s not as if it could do much in the face of hope. a vein close to his temple, his ears, moves, puffs and worms beneath his skin, under luna’s fingers and down the line of his jugular. a vein was what it would have looked like, for a split second— the way it moves is unnatural and alien, an intruder that leaves the whisk of a thin, digging tail of something under pale flesh before it’s gone.
falco shivers— he could feel it despite not actually seeing it, but just before he could consider running his own hands down the burn it left behind in its trail, the nauseating sensation has left. ]
Augh— [ gross, that says with a thick sniff through his running nose. the words sound like they’re behind a towel, pressed against her mouth— then halfway through, it’s clear. ] I— I can, now.
[ his expression goes tight, brows furrowing to hold back another wave of tears, but this time, for a different purpose. ]
Th-thank you, thank you—
[ and he holds her tight, by the shoulders, to her chest and the inside of her neck. ]
cw parasites, slight body horror
falco shivers— he could feel it despite not actually seeing it, but just before he could consider running his own hands down the burn it left behind in its trail, the nauseating sensation has left. ]
Augh— [ gross, that says with a thick sniff through his running nose. the words sound like they’re behind a towel, pressed against her mouth— then halfway through, it’s clear. ] I— I can, now.
[ his expression goes tight, brows furrowing to hold back another wave of tears, but this time, for a different purpose. ]
Th-thank you, thank you—
[ and he holds her tight, by the shoulders, to her chest and the inside of her neck. ]