notes: wtf did i make, unfinished bc i dont have energy
Silver was tense to open the door, Jamil and Kalim were already acting in a very concerning way.
apparently they called his father, who relayed the information to silver. though relay is a generous word for it, cause lilia barely spoke an explanation after waking him up.
“Iyad’s feeling.. rather under the weather, why don’t you pay him a visit?”
his father was being so mysterious about it…
and that’s what silver’s here for, to be a good friend, but his initial worry amplified to the max when he saw the faces of Iyad’s peers.
the whole dorm felt very apprehensive, like everyone was collectively on edge. but now wasn’t the time to dwell for silver, his father has always preached the importance of bravery, especially when others are scared.
silver slips the door open, entering the still room, his blue eyes were immediately drawn to the bump in the bed.
“iyad.. are you alright?”
“go away”
his tone was sharp and angry, in a way it was reminiscent of their previous few conversations.
iyad was becoming distant towards silver, cutting their conversations short, their demeanor became rigid with awkwardness, their relaxed interactions soon became strained and forced, nothing like how they started out.
it hurt to think about for silver.. and for iyad.
silver walked over to the bed, pulling out the desk chair, sitting next the bump. a silence blanketed them both, the air was stuffy.
silver perked up when iyad shuffled under the covers, peeking their eyes out of from under the covers. silver couldn’t help but feel his stomach churn from the look they gave him.
iyad’s eyes, once filled with stoic nonchalance, now colored in with a guarded expression, nothing like it was before, now these eyes…
those weren’t the ones he fell in love with.
those eyes were kind, adoring, hardworking, calm. they warmed silver’s heart and cheeks whenever they met.
but.. but these eyes. they only sent a small shiver down his spine, rattling him out of motion. but even so.
“what happened? everyone’s says you’re sick..”
“it’s fine, i’m fine, why are you here?” iyad hissed through his teeth.
“they… jamil and kalim thought i should see you”
the eyes dropped down hiding behind the once beautifully tanned skin, now drained to make the student pale. closed eyes then being covered by the rich red bed covers.
“i… i don’t want to see you.. you should leave.. like now”
“no.. you’re obviously not well, what do you need? i’ll get it for you”
“i need you to leave”
each word started to crush silver, the pushing away from iyad irked him.
silver didn’t want to go, silver was worried, couldn’t iyad see that? his concern? his worry? his dread? his want?
his love?
“seriously, i can’t—“
“just what are you so afraid of?! huh, iyad? why are you so mean these days? we haven’t talked in forever..!” silver snapped, cutting his ill crush off mid sentence.
…
“…so what?” the words were muffled by the covers but were painfully echoed by the acoustics in silver’s head, he was growing more and more frustrated with the boy in bed.
“so what? so now you’re just gonna avoid me forever?”
silence molds on the outside of iyad, freezing over at the boldness of his classmate. both eyes stay averted, keeping down at the burning sun to preserve itself from melting, the sun being silver's eyes.
carla -> how fake i am, switching to accommodate friendships so they don’t get weirded out by me— i don’t want to be alone— i don’t want to be who i was before, i hate her, im ashamed
iyad -> how i struggle to care about things, im detached to so many things i feel like i should care about— how i felt nothing when my friend genuinely was hurt (indirectly) by me
ryuuni -> how i hate doing the same things over and over again, i hate it when the rules change in front of me
kora -> being bored with life— being constantly told that i have potential, that the only thing im missing is passion and effort
these are the things my ocs reflect, i like seeing myself in media
“he loves me, he loves me not” (small snippet of me writing)
seeds of sick adoration ripped and thrived in his throat, tears of bittersweet honey ran down their tanned cheeks as they hunched over the garbage bin.
their grip on the bin was as deadly as the grip the disease had on their poor body.
white daisy petals slicked with blood and saliva, they stained all that they touched, harmed the body they grew within.
pollen coughed and heaved its way out of the scarabia student’s body, iyad wasn’t allergic, but this time pollen was deemed fatal for them.
for every time they met eyes, another seed was planted.
for every conversation they shared, the sprouts would extend to stems.
the dreadful silence between the pair would act as bees, buzzing to nurture the growing vines, encouraging them to bloom flawlessly.
the botanical properties fought endlessly to leave iyad’s throat, leaving them bruised and poisoned for their fault.
iyad’s mind spins as the haunting story that implied that flowers, the flowers tell you if he loves you or not.
iyad looks down at his garden. he closes his eyes. 5 white, blood stained petals.
“he loves me…”
“he loves me not…”
“he—“
”Iyad?!”
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how is it? is it good or cringe
anyways, none of my ocs are safe from me💗
tag list: @venaue @babyghoul138 @beneathsakurashade /nf i just wanted to have some moot opinions
Been busy so I haven't been able to read the details, but I just wanna say:
Happy birthday Iyad!!! 🥳🥳🥳
“oh, thanks moony, glad you stopped by even when you’re busy. good luck with what you’re doing :)” Iyad smiles appreciatingly, a bit surprised but much grateful for Moony’s brief, yet kind attendance.
Happy birthday Iyad, I got you some pillows but I think I when a little overboard …you can just pick whichever ones you like, if not you can just buy something you been wanting with this, Happy Birthday again
I think Iyad enjoys their gift, they’ve been needing better sleep for ages now…
Silver plushie
(THANKS FOR THE INTERACTION JAN JAN, I ALWAYS LOVE SOME NADIRA ACTIONS)
