â / ⢠/ â or â choose ur fighter n SCHWANGS !
fangs was tough â he was. he had been through a lot ( maybe not as much as others he knew, but definitely more than some ; comparisons aside, he had grown from the misfortunes life had dealt ). the struggles in his life had led to some nasty side affects, particularly nightmares. it was a nearly weekly thing; the serpent would wake up in sweats and tears, a nightmare so strong it would affect him for the rest of the day. dreams of those close to him dying were so achingly realistic that he often found himself struggling to understand if it was a memory or a night terror & this night was one of those nights â- and this time, it was about sweet pea ( his best friend, his other half ! ). it started off with them at peaâs trailer, and ended somewhere in the middle of a nasty fight with ghoulies which resulted in sweet peaâs death. with tears hot on his face and his heart beating as if heâd just ran a marathon, he picks up his phone ( the boyâs hands sweating so bad he has to wipe them on the sheet to simply unlock the damn thing ! ) he was pressing peaâs contact name so quickly that he couldnât even think, and â â hello ? hey â- hey, are you okay ? youâre alright, yeah ? â and of course he is, it was only a nightmare, but something in fangsâ instinct only pushes him to check, to make absolutely sure that it had just been that.Â
[ â ] my  muse   calls   yours  in   tears.









