[ the tears run down his cheeks against his will, the emotions that came with them refusing to stay buried. it had only been a few days since tesla's discovery, and every moment since nai had refused to break down. tesla had been the crack in the illusion of their pretty, little life, and now all he could feel was fear. overwhelmed by it and the questions that followed right behind; was he next? was he next? was vash next? what would happen if they were next?
he shifts the book to free one of his hands, scrubbing his face of weakness. he chews his lower lip with a canine, using the pain to try and ground himself. a bandage on a bullet wound. ]
Does she really love us? [ every interaction, every memory, now cast in the shadow of doubt. everything is different. ]
no subject
he shifts the book to free one of his hands, scrubbing his face of weakness. he chews his lower lip with a canine, using the pain to try and ground himself. a bandage on a bullet wound. ]
Does she really love us? [ every interaction, every memory, now cast in the shadow of doubt. everything is different. ]