@bliindary
in this place, in this time, dave feels like he is worse off than he ever was before. it isn’t right, to go through all that he has and come out the other side, just to end up here, alone as ever. some burrowed part of him wants to make it as wrong as he is able to. it is grief right in the moment, singeing his insides and blackening the edges.
he listens to the wind between the trees of the garden, high and impending through the branches. his head dips, his hair tipping over the side of his face. it is all so hopelessly emo. at least he looks fuckin’ sick.
dave hears sollux before he sees him, and he raises a brow from beneath his shades.
⚙ – sup ⚙ – fancy running into you here ⚙ – considering uh ⚙ – you know
he scuffs his shoe against the grass.
⚙ – you here for the boat race?
