[ the silence is so greedy, so very greedy with what it wants. world after world, it swallows it up once it's too dabbled in depression to fight back. there's no shimmering light when its gullet is full. peter has scrambled away, why peter? why are you so far away from him now? who was that, there? who was that in his place?
why was it not as appetizing? why did it not scream when he was certain the shrill would drop and give it life. if falco could reach for peter— he would. but this endless hole he fell down, and keeps falling down— how can he ever get out of it, by himself? ]
[ so many voices. so many beings. too much for this little vessel to contain properly, the nature of it, the feeling of it, the emotion of it— all the body can do is cry, in response, for tears that streak and keep streaking, all while he crawls up to mend this forgotten space between them. what are you, in there—? ]
cw for weird creepy moving in link, that's what we're here for
why was it not as appetizing? why did it not scream when he was certain the shrill would drop and give it life. if falco could reach for peter— he would. but this endless hole he fell down, and keeps falling down— how can he ever get out of it, by himself? ]
ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵈⁿᵉˢˢ‧ ᵢ wₐₙₜ ₜₕₑ ₚₐᵢₙ‧ 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟⸴ ǝʇɐɥ ǝɥʇ puɐ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ h̷u̷n̷g̷r̷y̷.̷‧
[ so many voices. so many beings. too much for this little vessel to contain properly, the nature of it, the feeling of it, the emotion of it— all the body can do is cry, in response, for tears that streak and keep streaking, all while he crawls up to mend this forgotten space between them. what are you, in there—? ]
I'm so hungry . . .