10-09-2018, 11:04 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:7.9pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Quiet murmur, breath escaping lips barely parted, volume lifted within the empty space about small frame. Sleep had grown restless, a time when he twisted and turned in ways his body protested, muscles screaming for release until it crumbled, fine threads broken with little more than a single push. No care was there for his wants, the need for rest gained in hours of slumber passed off within laughter that proved hollow, ringing with pain as eyes grew dull. There was no friend within such a thing for the child known as Harland any longer but still he tried.
Shift of weight so slight, clench of teeth through pursed lips. Pain flared about where once a leg had been present, the heat of it spiralling through muscles grown taunt, seeking the support. Stumbling steps, struggle to untangle himself for the mass of blankets, groan through teeth as his body slams into the ground. Beyond the door he can hear it, the voices drawn together until it is nothing more than one, a roar of sound pushing at his mind, tearing through until it lodges behind his temples. Already faint is the ache of it, pressure building within a spike slammed into his skull with each movement, stiff limbs for a time refusing to cooperate.
Bucky. Upon his lips the name is caught, voice no longer present to give it a chance to arise, framed within the doorway of his room. Idiotic idea, nothing but an invitation of more pain. Yet there is no time to think through action just the movement of slow, uneasy steps, pressed against the chill surface of the wall. He can hear it within each remark, sparks of anger caught in lines they spit, each offering only further confusion. Towards the tabby Har creeps ever closer, never caring for those who try to grab at him, pushing back until he is moving to tuck himself beneath the Havener, a safe haven amongst the chaos spiralling out of control about them.
Shift of weight so slight, clench of teeth through pursed lips. Pain flared about where once a leg had been present, the heat of it spiralling through muscles grown taunt, seeking the support. Stumbling steps, struggle to untangle himself for the mass of blankets, groan through teeth as his body slams into the ground. Beyond the door he can hear it, the voices drawn together until it is nothing more than one, a roar of sound pushing at his mind, tearing through until it lodges behind his temples. Already faint is the ache of it, pressure building within a spike slammed into his skull with each movement, stiff limbs for a time refusing to cooperate.
Bucky. Upon his lips the name is caught, voice no longer present to give it a chance to arise, framed within the doorway of his room. Idiotic idea, nothing but an invitation of more pain. Yet there is no time to think through action just the movement of slow, uneasy steps, pressed against the chill surface of the wall. He can hear it within each remark, sparks of anger caught in lines they spit, each offering only further confusion. Towards the tabby Har creeps ever closer, never caring for those who try to grab at him, pushing back until he is moving to tuck himself beneath the Havener, a safe haven amongst the chaos spiralling out of control about them.