[ will be? will be? will be—? the answer never comes, but the silence expects it. perhaps the silence knows it, was smart enough to fill in the blanks if it was smart enough to try deceit— but it still wanted to hear, it still looked up at this other thing as it pried these small hands off his face. the look on it now, as peter takes hold, steals it— the crunch in falco's brows, the frown on his lips that would never pull down so much now looks incredulously disappointed.
it doesn't want to hear this boy-thing scream anymore. it's lost its appetite, and much like any disconcerted and irritable child, it stomps away from the hold it has. in a sudden shudder, the purple filling the veins of his eyes disperse&,dash; they become vile green again. ]
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it doesn't want to hear this boy-thing scream anymore. it's lost its appetite, and much like any disconcerted and irritable child, it stomps away from the hold it has. in a sudden shudder, the purple filling the veins of his eyes disperse&,dash; they become vile green again. ]