Apr 27, 2015
winteryspirit liked for a thing.
❝ That’s my face—— Give it back ! ❞
seen from Australia
seen from China
seen from Indonesia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from T1
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from Portugal
seen from China
seen from T1
seen from Sweden
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Philippines
seen from Brazil
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
winteryspirit liked for a thing.
❝ That’s my face—— Give it back ! ❞
platonic ot3
platonic ot3
platonic ot3
PLATONIC OT3
ot3 platonically
PL A T ON I C OT3
pLATONIC OT3
|| 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?