Jun 16, 2024
jeremy has become quite certain that he is dead. or at least , he's not alive anymore. his insides scooped out to make room for a swarm ; inhabiting a rotting husk recently renovated for two. he stares for a long while at his grim reflection , the bags under his eyes dark && designer ― a hand lifting to drag fingertips along the stubble growing upon his chin ( can you feel that too ? ) blaire asks himself , as though he were alone.
❛ are you there ... ? talk to me ... ❜ he speaks softly , that same hand withdrawn from their features to press against the cool , reflective surface of the mirror. it's THEM now : jeremy && @wclrider , somewhere nestled inside.