@cursefallen from (X)
“Missed you more.” Hannah let herself smile just a bit as she took in the sight of Josh. Obviously, the curse had affected him more strongly. But given his mental state at the time, that was not too farfetched. She moved her arms from behind her back, revealing something in her hands. A hunk of flesh. A peace offering, maybe? “I know its not much, but its the least I can do after dragging you away from Mike and into here with me.” Hannah let out a dry chuckle. She hadn’t been in the right state of mind when she’d done that – overwhelmed with grief and emotion from seeing all of those people after so long. She knew they were trying to escape. She needed someone to stay with her. She couldn’t be alone. She was so lonely.
Josh was a mess, trapped between half wendigo and half human. The wendigo sustained him, made him immortal— but it didn’t heal those filthy cuts and scrapes littering his body, didn’t close the deep infected gash set in his thigh. It didn’t change the fact that he looked like a sickly, emaciated corpse under all that dirt and blood. His mental state isn’t much better, either. The wendigo was crammed inside of his head with him, and the two fought almost constantly. And the hallucinations, oh, they got so much worse. Some days would just sit and cry to his old friends, beg their forgiveness as if they were actually there.
But he had Hannah now, and she was there for him no matter how bad he got.
As she returns his sentiment a weak smile pulls at his torn lips. He can already smell the flesh behind her back, and the wendigo inside of him screams for it. Still, he pretends not to notice it until she shows it to him. His body jerks in her direction but he holds still, reducing it to nothing more than a twitch. He’s so hungry, starving, and he can’t believe it’s really all for him—
His voice sounds surreal when he speaks. It’s not his own, rather, a mimicry of Chris’. It’s too hard to speak from his own mouth which is half human and half monster, but this way he doesn’t have to use his mouth much at all. “I don’t mind... it’s good being with you again, Hannah.” Self control straining his “voice” he creeps closer slowly, offering his hands for her to put his next meal in. It doesn’t ever fully register to him that she’s much like he is, because she looks so perfect. So... untouched by everything that’s happened. It makes her look delicate, and he’s clearly afraid of breaking her.
