#feyiun

hands curl into fists at his side;  he carves copper crescent moons into the womb of his palm,  teeth gritting at the unmistakeable split of skin.  wintertide devours all.  their dawn turned to dusk.   a sigh drags from his lungs  &  he deals the final cut with this,  a mournful  ------    ❛❛   i don’t know how to help you like this,  shōto.   ❜❜   >  @feyiun

❛❛    i’m tired,  shōto.  ❜❜   his voice is a soft-spoken whisper.  muffled slightly as his visage dips forward,  forehead pressed into another’s chest.   this rotten world swallowed a boy,  promised a grave & absolution,  then spat him back out,  laughing cruelly in the face of all his bitter helplessness.   he allows himself only this brief moment of melancholia,  placing his vulnerose self in the care of his lover.     ❛❛     i don’t know if i’m making any of the right choices anymore.   ❜❜    >   @feyiun​

❛❛     what is with you?     ❜❜      he heaves a shallow breath;  desperate to soothe the ache that flares & burns his lungs. to his words he forces a bite, the result of his festering chagrin.  his patience for this game is wearing thin,  pulled tight as a livewire & ready to snap.     ❛❛   this isn’t fair.  you’ve been ignoring me all day & now you’re making me run drills & penalties more than anyone else here. have i done something to upset you?    ❜❜    >  @feyiun​