JUDE
the light of dawn is coming
A voice is nice to hear as wind slowly and painfully crawls back into his lungs, a comforting sign he won’t somehow die here if his diaphragm doesn’t get with the program soon, but it’s not exactly nice to hear in any other way. Namely because he can’t seem to stop blinking thick waves of tears out of his eyes while his chest spasms in a way that doesn’t feel like sobbing.
Koa is a shadowed blur until he leans in far enough to block out the oppressive sunlight, and the halo it casts around him is comedically cruel. So much so that Jude’s next exhale is a laughing hiccup of a thing that’s too guttural to be grief or humor. Is he hurt? What a joke.
“It’s not okay and now you’re here,” comes garbled out of his clenched teeth in petty correction. Sitting up swiftly (and wincing immediately) Jude scrapes roughly at his eyes, dirt and bone dust gritty and painful on his cheeks as they leave more redness that will linger longer than the hue of emotion he currently wears. “Why - why is it you?” Always you?
Jude bares his teeth in a furious clench when the tears won’t stop no matter how he scrubs, forcing his shoulders to shake when he’s just trying to fucking speak. "Why do you care? This isn't Stormbreak, you're not on duty and you sure as shit don't need more brownie points with the local Queen." It's unfairly viperous in the face of concern, but shame and embarrassment burn hot in his chest, smoking the words up and out of his throat in an attempt to scare Koa off swiftly so nobody can witness whatever breakdown this is becoming.
Koa is a shadowed blur until he leans in far enough to block out the oppressive sunlight, and the halo it casts around him is comedically cruel. So much so that Jude’s next exhale is a laughing hiccup of a thing that’s too guttural to be grief or humor. Is he hurt? What a joke.
“It’s not okay and now you’re here,” comes garbled out of his clenched teeth in petty correction. Sitting up swiftly (and wincing immediately) Jude scrapes roughly at his eyes, dirt and bone dust gritty and painful on his cheeks as they leave more redness that will linger longer than the hue of emotion he currently wears. “Why - why is it you?” Always you?
Jude bares his teeth in a furious clench when the tears won’t stop no matter how he scrubs, forcing his shoulders to shake when he’s just trying to fucking speak. "Why do you care? This isn't Stormbreak, you're not on duty and you sure as shit don't need more brownie points with the local Queen." It's unfairly viperous in the face of concern, but shame and embarrassment burn hot in his chest, smoking the words up and out of his throat in an attempt to scare Koa off swiftly so nobody can witness whatever breakdown this is becoming.
ready to return everything the darkness stole
