#veniaes

✧ ━ celeste ( accepting )

❝ still here ? ❞

it’s an obvious joke, with sarcasm dripping from each word, but it’s because he can’t give a honest answer. maybe he didn't know the answer. she’s been there through every major milestone in his life, there when no one else was. if anything, many more of his days would be a lot more lonely than they already were. nothing could ever really fill the void of having absent parents, but having her was a pretty nice compromise.

  𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. not a new man———  never a new man, not when that’s all he’s spent being. himself. the cloud he lived as, once. but when he looks at his arm, rotting, when his head pounds, piercing, he wonders what went wrong. at what point did his body suffer invasion again, invisible all the same, but just as viscerally painful.

  marceline wouldn’t have any way of knowing about his state, 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰… no, not home.

  his sight is set on the flower bed in front of them, and cloud doesn’t realize he’s so, so lost for words when the last echo of her voice dissipates. maybe because he’s unnerved by her reading. he’s had enough of people reading him so thoroughly for him to listen and take it. cloud moves his healthy—healthier—arm from the pillar it leaned on, and opens hims mouth. closes it. opens again.

  i’ll take you home, he wanted to say, before another headache strikes again. amidst the relentless pulsing and prickling and tearing, he thinks he’s fallen to the ground. distantly, another gasp. another thud. 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 ?  

            a playful hum as he carries two plates, each with a small             slice of white cake. he’d have eaten it all himself if it weren’t             for guests.

❛   oh  ,   it’s   you  .   just   gettin’   out   of   school   or   somethin’  ?   ❜

❝     . . .  You know what you need to do.    ❞       

                            @veniaes​​ said:            ❝ you’ll come with me, won’t you ? ❞                          prompt ➝ accepting.

❛❛       so,    you  are  scared.       ❜❜      he's  enjoying  this,     it’s  written  in  bold  all  over  his  face.     the  smug  upturn  of  his  toothy  grin     &    the  dramatic  quirk  of  his  brow  make  quite  a  show  out  of  his  arrogance.     ❛❛       y’need  your  shining  white  knight,     that’s  it,    isn’t  it  ?       ❜❜      his  humor  seems  enough  to  satisfy  his  own  fancy     &    that’s  just  as  well  as  receiving  an  applause  from  an  audience;    an  ego  so  self  -  serving  would  one  day  be  the  end  of  him,     that  much  weisslogia  told  him-------     but  what  was  death  compared  to  roaring  youth  ?