❛ you know, when you're THIS needy, i'm starting to feel like i'm neglecting you. ❜ / @polardestiny .

❛ i know you're cold, but i am too. ❜ / @polardestiny .

@polardestiny said: " you came back. you're here. "

There's something rattling in Wesley's lungs as he chokes out labored breaths, heart straining to keep its jittering beat now that milky eyes have finally opened. He can't quite focus on the silhouette hovering over his corpse, but that's alright, because he'd know that voice anywhere: it's Frankie. ( But why would they sound so relieved to have a monster on their doorstep? )

Wesley opens his mouth to speak, to try and soothe the worry sharpened at the edge of their tone, but all that comes out is a weak gurgle — and then he lurches away, spine twisting with a sick snap, desperately trying to spare Frankie from the rot that spatters past his bloodied lips. He's choking on it, barely able to hold himself up as he violently heaves, tears springing to his eyes involuntarily; those, too, drip down his cheeks in blackened streams, stripped of even this small humanity. He can't remember the last time he shed a real tear.

When his stomach has finished turning itself inside out, he sinks back to the earth, curling up on his side despite the pain that lances through him. It makes no difference when everything is going to hurt, anyway; he might as well try to hold himself together before something else can tear him apart.

@polardestiny said: " shhh, no, it’s alright, it was just a nightmare. you’re safe, you’re safe here. "

Benji's going to die down here. His chest is on fire, stomach ripping open with each stumbling step, and he knows those things can smell the trail of blood he's leaving behind him. Scraped palms graze the walls of the dark cavern, looking for anything to guide him through the maze that has him trapped; desperate for an opening, looking up for any hint of the light, dragging himself forward without knowing which direction he's turning. And then the fucking ground starts to crumble under his feet. He jumps back, but not quick enough to evade the claws punching through the earth, grabbing at his ankles with an unholy shriek —

His eyes fly open and the world shifts, surroundings unfamiliar even if they're lit by warm lamp light. The last of a scream dies in his throat; blankets pool at his waist, a soft voice murmuring, and he blinks blearily back at the worried face staring back at him.

"...A nightmare?"

It's coming back to him now: crawling out into the snow and ice, the agony of almost dying, the panicked stranger who had found him, who carefully set his arm and bandaged his wounds. The world that was almost like his own but not quite, the days he's sat here bedridden with Max still missing. ( It might've been a nightmare, but the dream had been real. And one day, he's going to have to go back to it. )

     𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒚. with little ongoing to otherwise strain his patience, one could almost regard the c.e.o as more lenient than usual. though, you'd have to be willing to actually test that. ( which, it would seem, @polardestiny is . )

      the initial reaction is so subtle one might almost think he'd managed to not even notice; were it not for the way he stills, fingers hovering above his phone's keyboard & . paused mid - sentence. wordlessly, vox raises a brow. glancing down toward the ... well, effectively, the dog in his lap, the look they're given is inquisitive for certain but not as much as it is slightly amused.

“ & . what, pray tell, is this ? ”

by the time her head could think properly without spinning all the fucking time, claire was already in the office trying to figure out what to do now that not only terrasave leader was dead but their image was almost irreparably stained by the greed they claim to fight. her doctor had suggested therapy upon dismissal from her last check up - out of discussion if claire could have any say about it, except that lately everything she says barely gets taken in serious consideration.