✱ c-cheer up?
[ Searing tears dance playfully at the edges of his eye-sockets, the liquid glistening in the lighting around them. His powers burn far more vibrantly than they had in years as he clutches the fragile strings of hope in knowing all too well that everything was going to crumble through the gaps in his fingers once more. Wisps of raw energy hang in the air as a grim reminder that despite all his potential energy, the smaller skeleton is rendered powerless per usual. ]
[ Thus, he withholds sobs. Hope be his sword and silence his shield; Spooky hadn't the heart to breakdown on his lover in his time of need. The façade falters for a moment, him tilting his head back in a sorrowful motion to release a shaky breath. That one release made only a temporary difference in his composure. With a corrected gaze, he looks back down and beams through the pain. ]
[ How excruciating it must have looked as the grief he bottles up begins to slips through the cracks of that mask he hid everything beyond. ]
✱ you're the impossible... you made me believe
in miracles.
[ Spooky tries to inhale quietly but is swiftly choking through tears dribbling down his visage in making their great escape. Only now, in the stillness between the two, can the fact he’s quivering be more pronounced. ]
✱ tell me you're not dying...