“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” from any muse of your choice !
basic angst . accepting .
for Dallas .
“IT’S HOT ... “ the boy managed through a heavy breath; a mix between a sigh and a murmur. The blazing summer sun, blinding at its peak in the sky, kept his forehead warm, fringed hair SWEATY where it hung past his eyes.
It also probably didn’t help that he hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning. Or lunch, as the sun had gotten higher above him, BURNING through that thick and dark hair. But as Mark had sat here, on the short fence ruts just high enough for him to perch on, it had gotten harder to leave. All energy expelled, only keeping him rooted to the spot, and further under the heat’s damnation. And SICKLY spell.
But he’s got on a TOUGH demeaner, just like Dally had taught him. Because you couldn’t make it out in the world if they thought you were a sissy. Though eyes have soon glossed over, the innocently rough pupils casting a DREAMY gaze as sunstroke took over.