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It seemed safe enough to say that Junji was getting worse.
He felt it with each passing day. The corruption eating him from the inside, churning his stomach and twisting his insides, tar building in his lungs so it became harder and harder to breathe. It oozed from his jaws from how much he coughed and wheezed, and it stained the sheets of his bed and the papers on his table, and stuck to the floor of his hut. He'd done a fairly good job of hiding it so far, but it pained him more to do so; he prohibited his children and even Luca from entering, instead suggesting they go somewhere else to play. He didn't wish for them to see them like this, but he knew eventually they would find out. He was dying. He couldn't hide it for much longer.
Today was particularly bad. The angel lay curled on the floor of his home, heaving into a thick puddle of black goop. It clung to his once lovely white fur and dripped from the edges of his lips; tears stained his cheeks from the pain of it, and after the episode seemed to end, he did nothing to remove himself from the floor. Junji simply curled into himself and wept dryly. It hurt. It hurt so badly. Ego sum paenitet. Please make it stop.
Wings curled around his retching body, an audible sob forced out from his lips with the corruption. Once more it stopped, and Jun lay limp then, clawing feebly at the ground. "Luca," His eyes filled with tears as he rasped out the name. He hoped with all he could that somehow, his love would hear him. He was scared; so, so afraid, and angry with himself that he had let it get this bad and not said a word about it to anyone. Junji choked back a sob. "I don't want to die alone."
[member=1517]Luca[/member]
It seemed safe enough to say that Junji was getting worse.
He felt it with each passing day. The corruption eating him from the inside, churning his stomach and twisting his insides, tar building in his lungs so it became harder and harder to breathe. It oozed from his jaws from how much he coughed and wheezed, and it stained the sheets of his bed and the papers on his table, and stuck to the floor of his hut. He'd done a fairly good job of hiding it so far, but it pained him more to do so; he prohibited his children and even Luca from entering, instead suggesting they go somewhere else to play. He didn't wish for them to see them like this, but he knew eventually they would find out. He was dying. He couldn't hide it for much longer.
Today was particularly bad. The angel lay curled on the floor of his home, heaving into a thick puddle of black goop. It clung to his once lovely white fur and dripped from the edges of his lips; tears stained his cheeks from the pain of it, and after the episode seemed to end, he did nothing to remove himself from the floor. Junji simply curled into himself and wept dryly. It hurt. It hurt so badly. Ego sum paenitet. Please make it stop.
Wings curled around his retching body, an audible sob forced out from his lips with the corruption. Once more it stopped, and Jun lay limp then, clawing feebly at the ground. "Luca," His eyes filled with tears as he rasped out the name. He hoped with all he could that somehow, his love would hear him. He was scared; so, so afraid, and angry with himself that he had let it get this bad and not said a word about it to anyone. Junji choked back a sob. "I don't want to die alone."
[member=1517]Luca[/member]
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