10-14-2018, 06:57 PM
[size=9pt]/ you want me dead
Moon's taken to walking through the woods. He tells himself it's because it's near the border-- he's keeping an eye out; making sure no one that's not supposed to be there wanders in. But the reality was far more pathetic, and, frankly, Moon was still in denial of the fact that he came here to calm down. When his muscles started to tremble under his skin and his heart climbed up his throat and sat on his tongue and he needed silence, he came to the trees. It helped, being here. Forests just had that way about them.
Today was different, though. It wasn't working. When he found Gabriel in a heaping pile, his breathing was still shallow and his chest still thundering, and he was in no state to help. "Jesus," He coughs instead, a wet, almost frantic laugh coating his words as he rushes to the hybrid's side, shaking his head desperately. The log. What a sick joke. "Fuck. Fuck." He says, sounding fragile and vulnerable like he never has before as he hovers for a second, trying to get his brain to work so he could do something. He lifts a paw to Gabriel's neck, holds it there as his own pulse hammers and waits to see if Feathers still has his. For a moment, there's nothing there, and his mind starts to supply him with the various ways he could go about ridding himself of his own mortality and following the hybrid up those lovely, heavenly stairs. He could down some deathberries. He'd get to see Marg. But then there's the slightest of throbs against his paw pad and he exhales, fast and rough like he's gotten the air kicked out of him.
"Gabe," He begs, attempting to roll the hybrid to face him, words no less frenzied as they were before. "What the hell did you do? What the fuck happened?" He says, and starts to shake him, an almost aggressive effort to get him to come to. "Gabe, open your fucking eyes, you asshole. You don't get to leave, too, okay? I can't cope in this shithole alone."
Moon's taken to walking through the woods. He tells himself it's because it's near the border-- he's keeping an eye out; making sure no one that's not supposed to be there wanders in. But the reality was far more pathetic, and, frankly, Moon was still in denial of the fact that he came here to calm down. When his muscles started to tremble under his skin and his heart climbed up his throat and sat on his tongue and he needed silence, he came to the trees. It helped, being here. Forests just had that way about them.
Today was different, though. It wasn't working. When he found Gabriel in a heaping pile, his breathing was still shallow and his chest still thundering, and he was in no state to help. "Jesus," He coughs instead, a wet, almost frantic laugh coating his words as he rushes to the hybrid's side, shaking his head desperately. The log. What a sick joke. "Fuck. Fuck." He says, sounding fragile and vulnerable like he never has before as he hovers for a second, trying to get his brain to work so he could do something. He lifts a paw to Gabriel's neck, holds it there as his own pulse hammers and waits to see if Feathers still has his. For a moment, there's nothing there, and his mind starts to supply him with the various ways he could go about ridding himself of his own mortality and following the hybrid up those lovely, heavenly stairs. He could down some deathberries. He'd get to see Marg. But then there's the slightest of throbs against his paw pad and he exhales, fast and rough like he's gotten the air kicked out of him.
"Gabe," He begs, attempting to roll the hybrid to face him, words no less frenzied as they were before. "What the hell did you do? What the fuck happened?" He says, and starts to shake him, an almost aggressive effort to get him to come to. "Gabe, open your fucking eyes, you asshole. You don't get to leave, too, okay? I can't cope in this shithole alone."
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