winteryspirit liked for a thing.
❝ That’s my face—— Give it back ! ❞
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winteryspirit liked for a thing.
❝ That’s my face—— Give it back ! ❞
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platonic ot3
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PLATONIC OT3
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PL A T ON I C OT3
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|| Broken Down
&& winteryspirit
It was the JERKING sensation of the sleigh that caused the FLINCH, too sudden the movement for Sandy to even try to hide it. It wasn’t that he was HIDING his injuries, per say -- but he was. Too SORE; Sanderson felt as if he’d been THROWN far across planets, a living ping pong ball to one’s never ending AMUSEMENT. Even blinking took too much EFFORT to muster up, so the Sandman lay back against wood of the sleigh, the rise of the seat behind DIGGING into his back. He couldn’t bring it in himself to CARE. What was one more pain to the rest?
At the very least, he lay SURROUNDED by his friends, old and new, the sound of WELL-WISHES and goodbyes trailing behind them. At the very least, their battle had been WON. At the very least, they had all SURVIVED. Sanderson closes his eyes and lets out a sigh of RELIEF, his whole body deflating in the known assurance that he is now SAFE and with FRIENDS. Over him, in symbols as large as he could afford, the SPIRIT asks whomever could be watching:
What happened while I was gone?