a tired throne - open; washed ashore/joining

[rhosmari]

His eyes opened back up slowly, gaze rolling around as he attempted to fix them on something that was in front of him. Those vivid colors becoming his go to for now. He tried to look at them and felt something press against his paw. Turning his head slightly he stared at the waterskin, barely understanding what it was that he had been given. But slowly his brain worked it out and he pulled it closer to himself, mouth feeling super dry all of a sudden. Clumsily he sloshed the water into his jaws, drinking what he could as some spilt onto the sands. A thank you was on his lips before he felt someone lightly nose him again and again. Voices dancing in his ears.

He didn't know what to make of it but he was just too tired to force himself to make more sense of their words. As he felt himself being pushed up ue grit his teeth as wounds shifted and broke open, blood dripping down his body before he just closed his eyes once more, the waterskin leaving his paws and dropping to the sands. Hmm...someone had said something. Was it pretty? He guessed....

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How, how much to light up my star again and rewire all my thoughts? Oh baby, won't you remind me what I am? And break, break my little cold heart. I'm living someone else's life. Suppressing who I was inside. I don't know if I can be alone again. I don't know if I can sleep alone again.

— Sorbet Monroe Roux

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