“ i'm not hurt. ” he reassures them both, quietly and out of breath.
“ i'm alright .. just need to go home. ”
swiping liquid off his cheek, he attempts to get himself together. stumbling onto wobbly knees and taking a few side steps before almost buckling.
his figure laid in the street curled into itself, only stirring occasionally when quiet unintelligible murmurs would escape his lips. once awake, quarreling against sleep earlier in the day but ultimately succumbing into his somnambulism once more.
there was little which could feasibly hurt him; it was still three in the afternoon, he had just finished his second cup of coffee and sat down to write. until the asphalt beneath his forearms jolted his mind from failed memory and he realized he had fallen asleep.
oh, really? ⠀i don't know if i'd be so sure about that. he could be tough to bite through .. and you're far too pretty to be cracking the enamel like that.
@GothFaceSlasher https://t.co/WuIzeczLBT i meannnnn..we can do like a "im sorry i brought you into this mess but i did it for us." and then we get both
https://t.co/WuIzeczLBT thinking about faust having the potential to become a villain if he likes the wrong person enough. 🚶♂️ hes a good boy at heart but his fear of abandonment could make him really try to appease someone and it could spiral.