ᴱᴬᴿᵀᴴ 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔,

𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁   𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳   𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙼𝚈   𝚆𝙰𝚈   𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺.

[unearther]

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#UNEARTHER: HORROR-BASED TERRA OF KINGDOM HEARTS, INCLUDING THE DARK AMALGAM TERRA-XEHANORT AND RETRIBUTIVE WRAITH KNOWN AS THE LINGERING WILL. HEAVILY AFFILIATED WITH SPELLWAEVER. ESTABLISHED AUGUST 2023.

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[unearther]

my terra is hard of hearing btw! he uses hearing aids most of the time and is learning sign language!

[unearther-a]

𝐌. | i can stay awake all night, if need be. / @spellwaever.

when he awoke — and how suddenly he woke, violent and throbbing, as if the beast's claws had sunk inside him once more, and began ripping through muscle and sinew, cleaving him open to nest inside — he was met, grimly, with the yellow-eyed looking-glass loitering just beyond his peripheral. there it stood, fanged and sneering, and though the phantasm dissolved before he could blink the sleep from his eyes, terra felt its leer dig beneath his flesh, and the pain lingered, like a fever so strong it eats at what it's designed to protect. (he was that fever. he gorged and coveted, eating and eating and sickly-sweet, like an infection.)

he finds (or, he stumbles, rather; to imply that he did this intentionally is to imply that he is of his body again, but he feels just as strung, just as numb; the force that pulls him is what always has; time grows concave around him, and bursts like magma from the deepest pit of the earth beneath his feet, and he is the fever again, and gorging, and eating) his knuckles hitting the hide of black leather, reverberating across the empty, cold gymnasium. violence, at least, can be useful. it brought him out and struck down the sneering beast but he's haunted, again, by his looking-glass, yellow-eyed and sneering — filled with the hum of madness and wrath —

he tried not to wake her. he thinks he didn't, anyway, but he's not as gentle as he used to be, and he knows he never will be again. his knuckles hit the hide of leather and with each burst he reaches through time and sees what was, yellow-eyed and sneering, whispering the gnarled secrets of war — he tried not to wake her. his fist slams. shockwaves shudder like the fall of droplets meeting a pooled filth below. he's not as gentle. he tried not to hurt her.

but despite it all, her voice — an anchor — his hand withdraws, and the tape over his hand blooms in red, as precise as roses, sullying him, and he isn't surprised that he didn't feel a thing. his head twists, and he sees her — terra turns, not just because he wishes to address her completely, but because he could swear he saw that beast, yellow-eyed and sneering, just beyond his peripheral... he tried not to wake her. he tried. if she understands anything, let it be that he tried. he hesitates to speak, and what feels like moments for her is an infinity for him. ❝ aqua — no, it's... ❞ his voice trails off, peering towards the sullied bandages on his hands, callouses split and festering, and he isn't surprised that he didn't feel a thing. ❝ i should have been quieter getting out of bed. ❞

[evieeion]

white chrysanthemums: a symbol of loss or grief