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“Traffic… Then the wind…” Parasite spoke. They seemed to calm down a bit as they closed their eyes. They let out a long exhale (or, at least, they made the same noise as an exhale and moved their body up and then down in a breathing fashion. They didn’t exactly have lungs, but the effect was still calming).

Parasite was, admittedly, panicking.

They were scared. The spider was gone. Their friend was gone.

They were practically vibrating with anxiety as they searched, desperately looking for them. No, no, no, no, I can’t loose another-

They hadn’t bothered to hide in a nonhuman form, hadn’t bothered to take even a bit of precaution as they stood, perched atop a building.

Please… no…

What if they were gone what if they had been disgusted by them what if they were dead what if it’s my fault- Parasite couldn’t take it, couldn’t hold back as they let out a gutteral, alien scream out on the top of their lungs. They whipped around in a wide arc, their tail slamming into the metal railing and their claws painfully tearing into the concrete under them as they fully gave into the overwhelming, suffocating panic.

Parasite nodded, their eyes widening and spikes going a bit more slack as they saw Wheelie. “I- yeah- grounding- grounding stuff. That. I don’t-”

They broke down, slumping to the ground, tail curled in under them.

Parasite was, admittedly, panicking.

They were scared. The spider was gone. Their friend was gone.

They were practically vibrating with anxiety as they searched, desperately looking for them. No, no, no, no, I can’t loose another-

They hadn’t bothered to hide in a nonhuman form, hadn’t bothered to take even a bit of precaution as they stood, perched atop a building.

Please… no…

What if they were gone what if they had been disgusted by them what if they were dead what if it’s my fault- Parasite couldn’t take it, couldn’t hold back as they let out a gutteral, alien scream out on the top of their lungs. They whipped around in a wide arc, their tail slamming into the metal railing and their claws painfully tearing into the concrete under them as they fully gave into the overwhelming, suffocating panic.

Parasite was, admittedly, panicking.

They were scared. The spider was gone. Their friend was gone.

They were practically vibrating with anxiety as they searched, desperately looking for them. No, no, no, no, I can’t loose another-

They hadn’t bothered to hide in a nonhuman form, hadn’t bothered to take even a bit of precaution as they stood, perched atop a building.

Please… no…

What if they were gone what if they had been disgusted by them what if they were dead what if it’s my fault- Parasite couldn’t take it, couldn’t hold back as they let out a gutteral, alien scream out on the top of their lungs. They whipped around in a wide arc, their tail slamming into the metal railing and their claws painfully tearing into the concrete under them as they fully gave into the overwhelming, suffocating panic.

fucking shhith i shhould kill myshelf fr im fucking done withh thhish shhith 8/

❤ + ☕ “Hi, Ana! I hope you’re feeling better... you know. You probably need a hug more than I do.” L'yhta then reaches back, trying to catch the xaela in a reverse hug while simultaneously brushing her cheek gently, affectionately against her horn.

Ana nods a little, giving the purple-haired mage another quick squeeze before releasing her.  “I’m doing…alright, I suppose.  Miss Kerin suggested I stay busy doing worthwhile things, and to write letters to myself to try…sorting everything out in my head.  I’m doing ok.  Just ready to…get back out and do something productive to help the situation, instead of cowering in the Tower.”  She frowns.  “I’m sorry I missed the…um…night at the cliff the other day.  Did you have a good time at least?”

((Thanks, @little-purple-thundercloud!  This is fun!  :) ))

Fractions in Rain

It didn’t matter what was being said anymore.

He’d stopped listening a long time ago.  Instead, his attention was being held by the street lamp outside the sitting room window. As it stood on the sidewalk below the restored Victorian era townhouse he’d been renting. Its metal shade had an enchanting way of dispersing the pouring rain in a perfect arc as it sheeted down in cold passes that angled slightly with the bluster of the wind. The lamp’s light caught in a shimmering halo of electric beauty that made every droplet appear a perfect gem against the backdrop of the early evening.

 He didn’t relish the idea of going out in the rain.

Even so, those eyes looked back at him, reflected against the pane of glass. Catching a smile that wasn’t his. His hands refuting a tremor as he worked on thin emerald leather gloves.

Her last words revolving in the back of his mind; unsilenced by the bottle of Merlot he had swallowed in hopes of dulling the articulation of his conscience. Numbers, patterns, concussive poetry of impossible questions.

The weight of the flick knife in his coat pocket was reassuring.

It was going to cost him dearly, facing down Greek gods in the midst of a storm.

He’d make her watch, reflected in an antique mirror.

So as she might remember him.  

So that he might remember himself.

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