“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “ (maybe ... basil protecting skunk uwu)- @portraitsof // accepting // settled dust
The tears spilling out of Basil’s eyes burn. There's pain in all corners of Basil’s chest, and it hurts to breathe, like his body is caught in a bear trap. They're wrapped up in blankets, sitting inside one of the EMT trucks, the doors still wide open. It’s still fresh, the split second when Basil nearly lost Skunk. They were supposed to have fun tonight at a concert they've been dying to see for months.
Then, after the first act, the dome ceiling of the stadium fell through. Enough heroes were in the crowd to minimize the damage, but a huge chunk of plaster nearly crushed Skunk. If he hadn’t been so quick, it would have not only killed Skunk but also countless others in their section. Mello's shield reached far enough, and when the masses came in contact, it disintegrated in a cloudy dust. Basil's ears are still ringing from the shock of it all, and he's still coughing up debris in heavy, labored coughs. Basil’s hands tremble as they close around Skunk’s. “I love you. I love you so much. I'm so glad you're okay. I'm sorry.”















