#IMMA REBLOOB THIS IN THE MORN TBH

[raidsent-a-blog]

❛ ⎯⎯⎯ I said no! ❜ Hands intuitively ascending and irrepressibly shoving against the solidity before him, the youth’s lean frame all but skidded backward with the impossible rigidity the other was presumably comprised of. A jolt of pain ricocheted up his arms, discomfortingly tingling at his wrists, elbows, and shoulders like the domino effect. But that abrupt onslaught of agony was nothing paralleled to the utter fatigue weighing against his chest ⎯⎯⎯ a vice solely serving to suffocate. ❛ Stop ⎯⎯⎯ please, just ⎯⎯⎯ ❜

The incessant thrum beneath ivory flesh seemingly augmented the longer he stood poised before them, broad shoulders hunched in the unconscious need to concave a heaving chest ⎯⎯⎯ to possibly alleviate the struggling breaths wheezing up his throat. Evidently, he knew what this was, knew there was no escaping the tumult of emotion creeping into his perception, the relative haze accruing before whiskey hues. He also knew that he just needed to leave ⎯⎯⎯ needed to be anywhere but there. ❛ ⎯⎯⎯ don’t come any closer, okay? Not right now. ❜

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