continued meme: “ can you take me home ? “
『 ✧ ( PETER PARKER ) 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘴: @hisspidey
A whisper of GUILT ( over shadowing ) the male as he watched the others DOE irises ELUDE to darkness. GRANTING permission with a nod as the male delicately helped the other from the ( concrete ) . A HISS of ( self - inflicted )reprimanding ; he should’ve BEEN ( there ) - SOONER . An arm wrapping around a slimmed waist as he allowed the other to WEIGH against him. AURIC hues hazily watch the other ; a SILENCED ( pain ) . Hues could no longer stand the sight of PAIN ; ache that suspended by his own HAND. A whisper left pursed lips as head tilted down ; orbs fixated on leaves that whisked through CRISP air.
❛ — — I’m - I’m sorry … ❜
post-adrenaline allows heightened panic to heavy weights on head, heart, and bones. He staggers beside a man of super-strength and not deserving this extra burden ( him ). Wrong place, wrong time: it’s an unfriendly habit, right ? Wrong place, wrong time and always searching for a break. It’s all a blur of what wasn’t worth it , a blur about what was taken other than his fucking dignity. Classic event , the type reported as ( it happened so fast ) . That sort of shit that was a lie. Sure, it was a blur. But recollection is the advantage to images that file themselves in his head. Right now ? Doesn’t matter. He wants to get back to their apartment and deal with it later. Heavy lids refuse to close, and eyes glare at the boy beside him.
❛ What ? ❜ the word uses a whole breath, and he shakes his head, Two more come and go, and his voice is more raspy this time, memories acting like sandpaper against his speech ❛ I think I know that guy. ❜ L I A R ; you KNOW you know that guy.