it got me.

@clericlost said   ‘   i think i’m subconsciously trying to ruin my own life.   ‘

          ‘   TELL ME ABOUT IT.   ‘    lucas sinclair toed the line between boyhood and adolescence as if he couldn’t decide where he wished to land   (   he enjoyed the gentle grips of freedom that boyhood allowed,      but his mind very subtly screamed GIRLS at him   —   both were very succinct arguments   ).    it led to nearly every conversation with max spurring into an argument,    the back - and - forth of indecision meeting its maker into her force   ;   she sliced fire into his frozen world.    pause,    eyes twitching over to will,    a reminder to himself that this wasn’t about him.   ‘   seriously.    tell me about it.    what’s up,    will ?   ‘

BROWS  ONLY  PINCH  TOGETHER  AT  FIRST ,  tongue already tying itself back into knots at the prospect of explaining one’s  ——  one’s  WHAT ,  exactly ?  impatience ?  exhaustion ?  complaint ?  seems  SILLY  now ;  melodramatic at best ,  this imaginary weight of ,  well ,  everything .  rippled catastrophe ,  from father dearest long gone to inter-dimensional monsters now grown cold to the meager numbers sat in mom’s bank account ,  everything  EVERYTHING  in-between  ——  it is silly ,  to even think about attributing these unrelated concepts to him  &  him alone ,  it’s  LUDICROUS ,  &  yet ,  he’s just ...  silly ,  he supposes .

@clericlost said   ‘   13   /   inside a dark cabinet   ‘

         BREATHING.   it was a wet gargle struggling in the back of a throat,     a slow clump of noise forming outside of the doors   (   will’s closet was shrunken with age so light spilt through the doors,     flashes of slick blackness accompanying the low noise   ).   body dragged itself away from the opening,     but the sick breathing still rang out   —   each outtake shook at his shoulders,    sped up his heart.   ‘   will,   ‘    whispered into the darkness.    he couldn’t see anything,    but his voice sounded too LOUD,    practically a scream.     breathing grew,    body rammed against the closet,    and lucas’ hands reached out to grab for will.

                         The   maned   MONSTER   shook   violently,   ruffling   the   tanned   curls   around   the   frame   of   the   expansive   chest,   hooves   digging   into   the   earth   that   dared   to   stand   in   the   presence   of   the   legend   of   the   woods    !   This   BEAST,   this   CREATURE,   rose   from   it’s   grave   with   HEAVY   lumbering,   rolling   itself   forwards   upon   limbs,   slowly   slipping   from   the   shadows   !   RED   eyes   sparkle   to   the   little   boy   standing   in   front   of   RUINS   of   darling   little   wooden   construction,   LARGE   beast   contorting   over   the   roof   of   wood   &&   PLASTIC.   A   SLENDER   head   TILTS   to   the   side,   BLINKING   with   wide   interest.   LITTLE CHILD   !    INNOCENT    !   A   COOING   noise   flutters   from   blocky   MAW.       “       Lost    ?     ”    //  @clericlost

THE APPEARANCE IS A STARTLING ONE TO SAY THE LEAST ,  enough to have body backpedaled  &  hands felled back to brace against the earth before he can  CRUMBLE  completely ,  bloodstream beat washing waves against eardrums like static ,  shivered ,  rushing ,  elbows bowed against the weight of gravity  &  that of crimson gaze  PINNED  still to his own as a bug against a wall .  another beat ,  both unmoving ,  &  lungs shudder in caving chest .  he blinks ,  unsure of reality for but a moment  (  a  MONSTER  ——  yet not a demogorgon ,  not a shadow monster  ——  )  as the world begins to right itself once again ,  axis tilt  &  whirl  &  STEADYING  beneath his palms .

when he speaks ,  he can feel the skin around his mouth crack  &  ache in kind .  ❝  it’s  ——  y-you didn’t  MEAN TO ,  okay ,  you just  ——  ❞  words taper away ,  tongue darting out to wet still healing lips around the taste of  REASSURANCE  &  iron  (  must have bitten it in even the single convulsion  ) ,  ❝  l-look ,  i’m already healing ,  see ?  ❞  (  he ignores the fact he’s speaking around a mouthful of  BLOOD .  )

however ,  it’s not the  PINK  that draws him near today ;  no ,  it’s the splash of  PURPLE  &  GRAY  mottling the skin around his eye .  own steps tiptoe closer ,  as if the air itself might shatter beneath their tread ,  before he deems himself close enough to speak .  ❝  ... what happened to your  FACE ?  ❞

without second thought ,  he approaches ,  sliding across from the other with an easy expression .  ❝  hey .  uh ...  i-it’s  ——  EL ,  right ?  ❞

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