#oops modern

rescue my muse || @revasdami || accepting

          ✖ Blood had long since crusted on his forehead, yet it still remained wet in his matted hair, slick on his hands && mouth. Dark eyes blink slow, half-lidded with an exhaustion that grew from his bones, a living thing, a nest of vines he was entangled in that pulled him deeper into the dirt. Every thought, movement, sound is a trailing light, backed by static && a sky painted with tender scars. Eyes close for a moment, the warmth leaking.

     Hands, on his arms, desperate. A voice from the aether that spins a silken web in his conscious, tugging at his eyelids, fighting the growth trying to bury him. For a moment he is entirely still, caught between the tug-of-war, not even breathing. Something more angry comes knocking, he feels himself being lifted, the vines ripping away from the ground, screaming. I want to sleep. The voice again, harsh, low... no, don’t. 

     Eyes finally open, the world a spinning vortex, or maybe he’s spinning, he can’t tell. His tongue feels like dirt in his mouth, his arms chains trying to pull him down; Kaey slips down the wall, but hands have him again, pull him up again. A face shrouded in a white halo, two green stars whispering his name. He blinks, a tired smile slipping onto his lips as he stares back, unaware -- it was just a dream, right?

     The voice doesn’t stop, the grip on him doesn’t fade. Fog lifting, he can hear his name, && it’s not so distant this time, not as cold. Fenris. He blinks once, twice, his head a ball on a loose screw, always wavering. Everything becomes clear, too clear, && he whines, trying to pull away again. Let me sleep. No. Why did this devilish angel want with him?

     “Please stay awake.” It says, those green stars still bouncing, whispering. Another smile, hands more firm on his arms, cradling his face.

     “Are you going to take me away?” Kaey asks, or at least he tries to -- it’s all a slur.

     “I’m going to take you home. Then you can sleep.” Warm voice, warm hands.

     “Fenris...” He’s being lifted again, an arm raised, hooked over a shoulder. His feet can’t move, but slowly they do, dragging a bit, && he holds on as much as he can, tired.

     “What is it?” The angel is so sweet, so warm. He turns his head, rests it against the man’s shoulder, then lifts his eyes, kisses his cheek softly.

     “Your eyes are... green stars.” Silence for a moment, the world stops rocking. There is a hand on his face again, those green eyes staring right through him. A sigh.