#sunfilledghost

                                                        ARM OUTSTRETCHED, HE LETS HIS FINGERS FALL NIMBLY FROM HER HAND AS SHE WALKS OVER FOR SOMETHING ; HE’S KIND OF RELIEVED GIVEN HOW TIRED HIS MUSCLES ARE.  it’s true that he doesn’t know what he’d do without her ; he wouldn’t have gotten here without her, without the information she held. he knows they’re holding him for seventy-two hours, he knows why, but he can’t blame her. she needed to give all the information she could, he would have done the same.  ❝ are there any more ice chips? ❞

                       THE ONLY REASON HE’S HOME IS BECAUSE HE KNOWS ARIEL & GIDDY ARE ASLEEP.  because this is something he wouldn’t like to put on them, not like what his children have had to go through. his body aches, drugs coursing through his veins,  & he’s more exhausted & comatose than anything else. but he doesn’t go inside, he doesn’t venture farther, he stays out in the front wall, wielding balls of fire, one after another, tossing them at anything that moves. blades of grass, birds passing by, the bats that show up in the evening ; he’s lost control. not only of his emotions, but of who he is.

                               ❝  oy, she’s a little cheeky one, isn’t she? ❞  he laughs                              at the small girl who approaches him, crouching down to                                       her height.  ❝  ariel --... like the little mermaid? ❞

  he’s not sure it’s a conversation that’s going to go well, but it’s a conversation he needs nonetheless. they need. there’s not much he can do other than apologizing and begging for forgiveness for his recent disappearance. it’s something he needed to do for his own sanity, something that couldn’t be helped but guilt still runs through his system. cutting like a knife. “can we talk?”

        ❛ i HEARD t-that you like mcdonalds b-burgers with e-extra pickles.. ❜ she wants to treat her to one like the little angel she is.

SEND ME ❤ ON ANON AND I’LL COMPLIMENT SOMEONE AT RANDOM!