he has a voice so LUCID it causes dying flies to sleep. with a touch so agile it claims to be seen as diligent with a suave persona. he is grateful,EXPRESSED it so. his dead weight arms and shuffling feet bid forth through the halls of the academy with cobalt eyes that hold no light. there is no escaping it, HE’S FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER.
a groan for the “m” ‘ mm... isss cord- ‘ hard breath ‘ delia —— you can’t walk.. a-alone. ‘
eyes so vixen they comply to have a bittersweet symphony behind those of rushing chocolate fields. her glowing features covered by shades to HIDE a horrible dismay. but slowly he reaches out to hold her hand between his own two limp ones, to guide the woman who put her faith in him. i will protect the coven.
One step after another. Without her cane, this was so much harder than expected. She knew where she wanted to go, the greenhouse, but there were so many obstacles, like the large staircase she was walking towards ( without being able to see it ), the staircase that could’ve been her ending ——
——if he wouldn’t have taken her hand. She gasped, shocked, scared for a brief moment, but eventually, so relieved. “Kyle,” she spoke softly, now both hands holding onto his gently.
