"You’re hopeless. Get up."
send me one of the following! (angst)
{❆} — Jack's eyes seamed to shudder at the sight. It was terrible and gut-clinching. In the heat of things, his legs had trembled and he had collapsed to the ground, his staff lying, forgotten, next to his right knee. There was a lump in his throat, and stars in his eyes as tears started to form in the corners. "No," he whispered, his teeth clinched and his brows furrowed. "NO!" You're hopeless. Get up. The soul of even the most damned could not have stared long, for the air around the spirit began to tremble and crystallize as bursts of silver and blue ice were shot from his body like streaks of uncontrolled lightning. When he was worn, he stopped, the heals of both of his hands digging into the hard ground. The welling tears had become poised as waterfalls that quickly began to form icy-streaks down his face. He had lost his best friend; --and now he was alone.
