DATE&TIME: february 15th, 1:00am LOCATION: starlight carnival remains STATUS: closed for @ohauras
he had tried his best, truly. pulled at her sleeves, wide eyes pleading, begging - told her that he didn’t want to have to see through her eyes tonight, didn’t want to know what wings burnt off would feel like. stay, not for you, then for me. give me a reason not to hurt tonight.
(but here, you see, he is not enough of a reason. there is always, always another that will hold more of the girl than he ever could, even as he grasps onto sleeves. ghosts of things hold more substance to her than he did)
“you shouldn’t have run in.” words are soft but eyes are still frenzied things, quick hands trying to press wet cloths to burns on fair skin. “you shouldn’t - i told you, i said, i didn’t want to - i was scared, i thought i was going to see your body in there, in the fire and then i’d have to trade someone for - “
(for you, but did it matter? who is he willing to give up for a girl who chooses a burning building over him?)
“did you find what you were looking for in there?” hands knot together when done with salves on skin, blisters on hers now matching his hands. it feels wrong, and theo pries his eyes away from her wounds to meet her eyes, flittering back and forth between them. “was it worth it?”
