// with our one foot in the grave //
He flinches with the sound Danta makes, flinches with the realization that it’s pain that he sparked by lifting him up. It’s a whole lot of realizations he harbors quickly, though he keeps them swallowed up, compartmentalizing to the best of his abilities.
The woods take surprising mercy on him as he finds their way back to the village and the sky port within it, the nausea flickering in his gut in waves he swallows down the longer they go. He keeps him cradled just as close, keeping his attention averted, focusing on the warmth that settles into his elbow rather than the shape.
And thankfully, without getting sick or stopped once, they’re on a skyship heading to the Grounds. Heading toward the Infirmary.
Heading toward home.
— FIN
The woods take surprising mercy on him as he finds their way back to the village and the sky port within it, the nausea flickering in his gut in waves he swallows down the longer they go. He keeps him cradled just as close, keeping his attention averted, focusing on the warmth that settles into his elbow rather than the shape.
And thankfully, without getting sick or stopped once, they’re on a skyship heading to the Grounds. Heading toward the Infirmary.
Heading toward home.
— FIN
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
