Awyn
He - Him - His
The Birthday Massacre - Kill the Lights
His jaw is clenched tight. He knows Aechon will read it as irritation. It’s not entirely false. But it is more because if he speaks it will come out hoarse and strained. Holding in a cough gets harder with every passing day. Makes his chest tighter. He can barely breathe past it. He lifts a hand and waves Sequence and Aechon out of the room. Aechon opens his mouth in protest, but the imperial herds him out. The instant the door shuts, the hacks rip through his chest into his glove. He realizes his seconds can probably hear it, but he couldn’t hold it any longer.
He pulls his mouth away at last from the thick fabric and frowns at the string of blood and spittle that connects his mouth to the dark spots left behind.
--- This story's missing a wishing well No mirror to show and tell No kiss that can break the spell I'm falling asleep... ---
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