Everest
I won't. Roar. Scamper. Slam.
That's how it goes in Ever's mind. Looking down at two very broken fingers, the boy has a moment of absolutely clarity during which he tries to recite the bones in the fingers to try and narrow down what might be broken. There's no fear, no pain, no anger: just a few seconds of utter academic bliss.
But of course it passes, and with it Ever finds himself slumping down hard onto the ground as he stares at his mangled. "Oh." He whimpers a touch helplessly, trying not to cry or scream or vomit. "I should...probably go home..." The boy adds, almost apologetically, as he cradles his hand carefully against his chest. His mother would be able to fix his hand, and then he could have some tea and snuggle up into his bed.
That's how it goes in Ever's mind. Looking down at two very broken fingers, the boy has a moment of absolutely clarity during which he tries to recite the bones in the fingers to try and narrow down what might be broken. There's no fear, no pain, no anger: just a few seconds of utter academic bliss.
But of course it passes, and with it Ever finds himself slumping down hard onto the ground as he stares at his mangled. "Oh." He whimpers a touch helplessly, trying not to cry or scream or vomit. "I should...probably go home..." The boy adds, almost apologetically, as he cradles his hand carefully against his chest. His mother would be able to fix his hand, and then he could have some tea and snuggle up into his bed.
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
