“No, please don’t leave me…”
innate LACHRYMOSE asphodel: perdition teased, nips at kismet strings and drags a knife along the thread until it’s down to NOTHING o'er his fate. those will sing a rhapsody of hiemal tragedy when a sibling has to cradle the other: somatic numbness within BRINE DROPLETS blinked back in eynes, the analogy feeling of someone CRUSHING his throat underneath their palms, the taste of BLOOD 'gainst bottom lip. carmine stained fingers curl 'round hers, tainting sun kissed skin within the color of his ichor. ❛ if —— if SOMETHING happens … and i’m – i’m not going to make it … ❜ ( you know it’s futile to talk about ifs: you know it’s coming, death wanting to SNATCH YOU UP within it’s own hands and take you away from your sister ). swallowing thickly, labored breaths: ❛ i want you to know that I LOVE YOU. ❜
gliderofgold. meme. accepting.
“No, please don’t leave me…”
NOTTIVAGO WROUGHT: phantasm of halcyon leaves, a yearn for such a time // lay down a pyre for the soul of a thief who’s turned hero. OPIATED WOUND, velveteen and sticky, drenching skin in a deep carmine: stained blue to purple with a breath sticking to the walls of his throat. ( you feel the DESIRE to be whisked away, heavy lidded inside of her arms and fighting the wave of lethargy invading ivoride bones has NEVER BEEN THIS HARD ). ❛ s ———– sara …. ❜ her name ghosts across his tongue, struggling 'gainst rows of ivory that follows with a deep inhale. ❛ i’m not gonna make it. ❜ an ACRID LAUGH sticks to the roof of his mouth, drenched with an acidic taste. ❛ and — and i want you to k – know that i — i love you. who would’ve thought … me getting all POETIC with you while i’m dying. ❜ lachrymose has long since stained in the corners of his eyes, it’s a pause: torpor beating of his heart. ❛ will – will you tell lisa, please? i — i DON’T want her thinking i ra – ran out on her. ❜
islanddeath. meme. accepting.
"no, please don't leave me." (kara)
RAPID BLINKING: hopeless assay of evanesce towards lachrymose prickling eynes behind atrous goggles // innate ullagone of the fallen hero turned thief. a BREATHLESS SIGH is stripped from barren lungs, and he falls back: legs buckling underneath his weight, torpor resting heavily onto ivoride bones beneath skin && PREDICTED sara or barry to catch him ( only it’s the kryptonian survivor catching you and following you to the ground ). tongue dampens bottom lip with a PLAINTIVE laugh sticking to his tongue. ❛ this —- this is honestly NOT how i pictured meeting you. ❜ words caught in barbed wire throat, making it hard to swallow / talk / breathe. shaking fingers take his goggles off, a breath trapped in his throat. calloused palm finds her SILKEN hand: aforementioned goggles placed unto her palm. ❛ i know ’m — ’m not making it. make sure to give mick my goggles and gun, okay? ❜
astralprotection. meme. accepting.


