💖 uwu
SEND 💖 TO HOLD MY MUSE’S HAND. // no longer accepting
FINGERS , WARM AND SOFT , enclose unexpectedly around his own , and it takes peter several long seconds to open his eyes . breath comes slowly , labored , into his lungs . in . out . and again . and eyes open , bloodshot but dry , like his eyes want to cry but he has no tears left . his chest aches with the weight of it all . everything that’s happened in the last few months , and everything he’s lost .
but miles has lost much , too . almost as much as himself ———— and a bitter , pessimistic part of himself , far at the back of his mind , thinks , give it time . thinks of jefferson davis , and all the ways he could have / should have saved him , if he’d seen martin li for who he was .
how things with dr. octavius might have ended differently , if only he’d paid more attention . how may might still ————
A TEAR SNEAKS UP ON HIM , and the hand that miles isn’t clinging to reaches up and wipes it away .
❛ i’m fine . ❜ but his throat is tight as he says it , each word strained . ❛ PROMISE . don’t worry about me . ❜
