❝ you don’t look well. are you ill? ❞ ⸻ @weavesick .
❛ oh , spare me your hollow pity . ❜ he spits his words like venom from snake's fangs . trust is buried with a self that breathes dust & decay , never to step foot in sun's warmth ever again . rotten . & dead .
shivering in the air that drains him of his energy , ( cold , stale , deceased ) his teeth chatter , unrelenting . his hands wrap around his arms & he folds into himself in a dramatic display of discomfort . ❛ were it not for this damnable weather , i'd even go as far to say i'd be fucking perfect . ❜ hissing complaints anew , he inches himself toward the pit of fire that cracks & dances before them , grimacing restlessly . ❛ gods . ❜