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⚡ ⟶ warm spring rain had coated against brunette curls, dripping moisture against stubble-laced cheeks, the sharpened edging of jaw-line, button nose before falling against quivering shirt-covered shoulders; & yet - it did nothing to wash away the crimson that was etched seemingly into every pore & cell against his essence. neither did the tears that lined against his bruised & broken features, a product of violence that had created self-defense; but of course for lazarus, it wasn’t enough to JUSTIFY the monster that had unleashed itself from the depths. darkness had prevailed along the journey, shielding a vulnerable puppy in a state of shock from detection towards clark’s abode, a place of solitude, of SAFETY; four walls that held residence to a powerful god that had caused envy to frazzle veins once upon a time, & now - held the thread of protection that he so desperately needed. knuckles knocked barely above a fraction of audible sound, weakened & shivering, skittish optics completely on the lookout for anyone that could wish to take him away, whimpers falling. ( what --- what have i done ??? what have i done ?!! )
