#fisthrust

[kasprzaks-arc]

                 ‘wish we could go out,’  eddie mutters. he’s placed himself at the window in bill’s room, looking out with what can only be described as a pitiful expression, speaking only wistfully. it’s pouring out, see, and even if he did have the right protective gear as it were (and he doesn’t, mind you - sometimes the weather forecast is wrong and a mother doesn’t always prepare that far), it’s unlikely he’d head out anyway. catch a cold or, worse, catch his death, or so he’s regularly warned. he sighs and looks back at bill.  ‘mom’d have a fit if i came home drenched. i miss the sunshine.’ he abandons the window. ‘what’s there to do?’

with @fisthrust​

[clearvoir]

*     ———    @fisthrust​​​ . 

           the  park  itself  would  be  quaint  if  not  for  the  approaching  storm.    scheduled  for  later  in  the  evening,     the  sun  keeps  hidden  behind  dew  -  drop  clouds.     lumberjack  statue  drapes  an  encompassing  shadow  over  lone  girl,     and  she  finds  herself  taking  quick  -  slip  glances.      abra’s  nerves  have  eaten  at  her  resolve  throughout  the  extensive  bus  -  rude,     she’s  a  girl  of  eager  -  jitters    ---    a  new  kind  of  excitement,     clumsy  and  stumbled.    

           [       . . .     what  will  you  say  to  him?       ]       

          ghost  -  whispers  trace the  length  of  her  spine,      she  burrows  deeper  into  the  fleece  of  worn  jacket.       lead  weighs  unto  her  chest,     and  she  settles  in  her  hesitance  for  the  moment,     head  lifted  scant  to  take  in  his  nearing  figure      ;      she  can  feel  him,     even  from  the  distance,      through  the  break  of  the  trees,      like  the  sharp   point  of  a  needle,      an  ache  that  she  has  no  hope  of  quelling.      she  lifts  from  her  seat,      unease  takes  her  by  the  throat,      visible  in  the  anxious  shift  of  sneaker  -  clad  feet,     and  she’s  unable  to  swallow  back  her  words.       ❝      bill,     right?     you’re  bill.    i  can  tell.      you  actually  came.      ❞

[onlyvirginsarc]

closed casket, polished wood. it shouldn’t have been that small. shouldn’t have been confining what once full of life. what once laughed at your jokes. boa constrictor binds your heart and lungs. it squeezes the life out of you; squeezes the air.      god was it hard to breath  -  but he wasn’t breathing. no, he wasn’t even alive.    it ached.  bill, friend -- no, brother.  stood there, stoic; cold.  rigid. you wanted to weep for him, wanted to scream.  wanted to kill the very things you feared.     this very well could have been you.    should have perhaps even been you, you couldn’t help but house such a thought.    your hand comes to rest ‘pon shoulder.  crowd behind you had already turned to leave but still you stood.    no sign of life. hollowed spaces.   the silence was deafening, it was blinding  -   it was vacant.     oh how you wanted to scream, throat dry.    

            “ bill. ”   words crack, stuck in throat.  what the fuck were you to say? no amount of sorry’s could change this.    “ bill it’s time to go. ”

@fisthrust 

[bravetoo]

the     sling   -   shot     felt     a     lot     heavier     in     her     hands     than     it     really     was     .     like     a     gun     hot     from     firing     ,     it     felt     deadly     .     “     ---     but     why     do     i     have     to     shoot     it     ?     ”               /          @fisthrust

[salmnsa]

         THE  WEIGHT  OF  HER  BOOK  BAG  HAS  BEEN  BOTHERING  HER  FOR  AWHILE  NOW.    she  keeps  tugging  at  it,   shifting  it along  her  back,    alternating  from one  shoulder  to  the  other.    mist  has  gathered  low  to  the  ground  from  the  rain,    omnious  clouds  only  giving  there’s  more  to  come.    ❛    we  should  take  a  break.    or  go  through  the  cornfield.   it’ll  be  faster.    ❜        /        @fisthrust   +   ♡!

[waswithholding]

fisthrust replied to your post: fals/ettos canon has changed, everyone’s canadian

i thought that was just whizzer

nope everyone’s canadian, except marvin, who is quebe/cois and firmly believes q/uebec should be its own country

[sewersails]

hallowed heart, hollowed shell.   you’re vacant.  occupying space that you had once lived.   once ran tiny feet against wooden floor to occupy the space of a brother.     a brother who’s name you screamed with each last dying breath.  how it burned your throat.   vocal chords felt as if they could snap within any given second.   he wasn’t there for you.  brother of yours.  saviour.  days of fighting fairytale monsters, now gone.   the knight had failed to protect the prince from the beasts.      you hoped to make him stir.  to disturb slumber.  to cause unease. 

          “ where were you, billy?  i lost the boat. ”

@fisthrust

[hanlans]

“     it’s     good     to     see     you     ,     big     bill     .     really    ,     i’m     ...     ”      𝘪'𝘮     𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺     𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵     𝘵𝘩𝘦     𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴    and     around      a     hundred     other     things     he     could     say    but     he     won’t     say     .     at     least     not     yet     .     “     you     want     a     drink     ?     ”          /          @fisthrust