#.....er

starter for Damian @roimuses

Cold.

Wet.

Dark.

It was so dark within the cave, a human-shaped pile of stones laying back and embedded partly into the damp soil beneath, sunken in due to the weight of the being. Rem lay there, not even using their power to hold themselves firmly together and instead laying segmented to reserve energy. Their runes and the strange blue substance beneath their stone layer glowed ever so dimly, softly pulsing now and then as the only hint of life.

sheepy and me thinkin of pokin picklepies son’s eye //hitjk 

‘  here’s to now and nothing else.  ’

‘  it’s altogether mental.  ’

‘  let’s go to a place where we can forget.  ’

‘  always just where you are, not where you’ll always be.  ’

‘  i’m losing track of time.  ’

‘  the truth doesn’t mean a thing.  ’