#|| plague ||

[callmetwitchy]

Through the hours of the night that twiddled away The demon voiced the reasons of why he stayed  The boy was skeptical, doubtful, cynical and spiteful For which the demon did not blame And as the hours ticked on by  As the stars shown brightly in the sky When night was giving way to dawn and the stars began to fade Both of their minds had been made And from this moment on, they’ll never be the same

[callmetwitchy]

     The sound makes when fallen leaves crunch beneath your feet.

     The sound rain makes when it lightly patters on soft ground after making their way through branches. 

     The sound a breeze makes when it weaves through the trees and tugs the same branches and leaves, sending more to the earth.

     Sounds. So many sounds.

     But these sounds. These sounds were quiet. These sounds were pacifists. So long as the wind didn’t pick up and the rain didn’t fall harder. These were sounds that brought him peace.

     So it was with this, that Twitch slowly raised his hands to draw back the hood he wore over his head. Little cat ears poked on top of it, with little buttons that served for eyes. Twitch looked around the area with familiar confusion. What brought him here..?

     There was something almost reassuring about the place. Something almost not. The quiet laughter that frequented him sounded just under the drizzle of the rain. He was amused at himself. In the end, he decided not to think too much about it. 

     Doing so made it worse.

     Leaving the hood down, he continued to make his way through the trees. Up ahead the ground curved upward, forming hills and drops. He was sure that, if he looked, there was bound to be a cave. He remembered living in one once.

     The sound of rain. The sound of steps. The sound of disquiet he couldn’t quite shake.

     Why?