[ featuring: @icicle2 ] A PUTRID KIND OF UNCERTAINTY, SITS VILE IN LOGAN'S STOMACH. tossing and turning, the boy's insides knot against the acrid taste that dares to rise in his throat. their father is back, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙿- 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳. something thought impossible, was now as simple as the tale of lazarus rising. but with his return came new troubles, the ones choking the boy as he stares from behind his brother's back; the frame of their father's shoulders leaving the room, washing away some 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝚇𝙸𝙴𝚃𝚈 that had begun to carve a home between his ribs.
❝ ... what's happening, cam? ❞














