@moonaed asked : ∗ o5 from callan ﹕ sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare .
“ this is silly , ” she sniffles , salty cheeks pressed to his shoulder , hazy eyes downcast with mourning dew and somber thoughts . she feels so impossibly heavy then : a pouch of rocks nestled safely within the comfort of his back-pocket as the tide rises . she doesn’t want him to drown ---- but she doesn’t want to be left to be remember and forgotten , and remember and forgotten , alone in this depthless blue . “ i’m okay , i’m okay ... i promise , ” a hand / ghostly fingers crawl along uncharted skin , to paint itself with closeness against the unkind edges of his jaw . “ i just ... i’m really glad you’re here. ”
