But the loneliness never left me
I always took it with me
Oh nope.
Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope NOPE N O P E.
Fuck this god shit. Fuck it. You're out. You're turning around and walking away and not engaging, not even acknowledging. Let it keep the dragon and its splashing water and its giggles and that voice and those eyes, you're fucking gone--
You sink to your knees in front of the shrine, the bottle falling aside. A sound tears painfully through your stomach and up your chest until it claws its way out of your throat, as much a laugh as a sob. "Yeah, Sunbeam. I did. Don't tell yer ma." This is some Mort-cunted god shit your rational brain howls, and you know you have to leave right the fuck now. Get the fuck up, turn the fuck away, nope right the fuck out of here before you drown.
You don't move.
You're desperate to touch him, can feel your fingers tingling on your thighs. You grip down on the muscle, tight enough to hurt. Jerking your chin at the dragon, you attempt to keep the gravel from your voice. "Mauna's been missin' ya." You're not real. "He wanted t'come visit. T'see how ya... how you're doin'." You can't be real.
Your mouth is dry as coral on the shore. Maybe you're drunk. Or high. Or both. Maybe you've finally lost your mind. It was only a matter of time.
Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope NOPE N O P E.
Fuck this god shit. Fuck it. You're out. You're turning around and walking away and not engaging, not even acknowledging. Let it keep the dragon and its splashing water and its giggles and that voice and those eyes, you're fucking gone--
You sink to your knees in front of the shrine, the bottle falling aside. A sound tears painfully through your stomach and up your chest until it claws its way out of your throat, as much a laugh as a sob. "Yeah, Sunbeam. I did. Don't tell yer ma." This is some Mort-cunted god shit your rational brain howls, and you know you have to leave right the fuck now. Get the fuck up, turn the fuck away, nope right the fuck out of here before you drown.
You don't move.
You're desperate to touch him, can feel your fingers tingling on your thighs. You grip down on the muscle, tight enough to hurt. Jerking your chin at the dragon, you attempt to keep the gravel from your voice. "Mauna's been missin' ya." You're not real. "He wanted t'come visit. T'see how ya... how you're doin'." You can't be real.
Your mouth is dry as coral on the shore. Maybe you're drunk. Or high. Or both. Maybe you've finally lost your mind. It was only a matter of time.
but I can put it down
in the pleasure of your company
ZEPHYR
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