@atehorror sent in [ PATCH ] : for your muse to help mine with an injury ( from dahlia ! )
𝐃𝐄𝐉𝐀 𝐕𝐔 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 difficult to DISTINGUISH and everyone knows cunningham is not the BRIGHTEST. it makes you almost want to ask in the moment. ALMOST. but the words will not come out. they are held HOSTAGE by own fear. ( fear of rejection / neglect / abandonment ) there weren’t many REAL, true friends in this sad, little life of yours. there weren’t many classmates that provided a SAFETY to laugh loudly, exist freely or make mistakes. there was ONE exception to this existence, though it FADED AWAY as time went on. dahlia was lost at sea and chrissy was cast ashore.
lip quivers, eyes darting from wound to woman. own hands are gentle as they DAB away at leaking crimson, ❛ reminds me of middle school, you know ? ❜ high pitched out of nervousness but still managing to be whispered, ❛ the time i told you not to hop that broken fence and you did anyway. ❜ a hushed, small laugh follows, ❛ you didn’t want to tell your dad so we raided my mom’s first aid kit and tried to give you STITCHES in the backyard. they were so MAD. ❜











