@CaPrinSs reality of being alive.
"but he understands us, and he’s survived for this long. he’s a smart one.” kieran sounds almost proud in a strange sort of way. there’s a brief pause as his eyes move to prin once more. “…do you think he’ll come with us?”
@CaPrinSs
the freezing rain cut through the dark, plastering kieran’s hair to his forehead and turning the forest floor into a slick slide of mud. but he didn’t care about the cold. he cared about the fact that prin had actually left him behind,
@CaPrinSs you forget how to talk because you were never meant to have a voice in the first place."
he continued to watch, unbothered by the erratic behavior. to anyone else, it looked strange and unpredictable. to kieran, it just looked like a kid trying to process the overwhelming
@CaPrinSs jagged line of scars that matched the dark history written into every rotting plank of the house behind them.
instead of pulling away, kieran remained perfectly still, keeping his posture relaxed and non-threatening. he lowered his voice, letting it drop into a quiet,
but cages and violence. moving with slow, deliberate calm, kieran closed the distance. he dropped into a crouch right there in the mud and reaching out, offering a steady, scarred hand.
he assessed the stranger with practiced efficiency. the boy was young—likely around prin’s age, maybe a little younger than kieran himself. he looked ruined, wild. it was a look kieran recognized instantly, a haunting mirror of his own past when the world was nothing
@CaPrinSs i won’t tell him, but if i have to lie and he finds out and i get grounded you owe me. can’t wait to meet… you really need a placeholder name for him.