bright. bright all around him- blinding, scorching, painful.
the air was hot. gods, it was so hot. he felt like his SOUL was on fire- only overshadowed by his inevitable death looming over him.
his fists were clenched into the worn fabric of the shirt he'd been given, lavender eyelights small and flicking desperately around the place. he pushed himself further into the warm walls- the roughness of something akin to concrete providing the comfort that this wasn't just a massive white void. it wasn't never ending. His breath came in quick and short, panic gripping the lower base of his spine, SOUL shaking.
gods he knew he shouldn't have trusted Quill.
coughs.
anyway, have some me art:
( this is a utmv! feel free to ask about it. there's anon in the inbox for those who prefer to stay that way. )
