she holds on and he stays steady; HEAVY FEET stuck to the ground as if cement bricks were holding him down. his touch soft as fingertips graze the skin on the back of her hand. a rush of wind leaving her lungs ( if she fell, the rag doll would be gone ).
‘ fine ———- i-i’m fine. ‘
but eyes plead for words that just won’t leave his horrid mouth. HOME ALONE ———– oh cordelia, where will you go ?!
‘ ☾ ★ ———she could almost feel that those words were stuck in his throat, unable to slip from his lips. and god, she knew what this felt like, being forced to be so silent. not because her mouth wasn’t working anymore, but her heart always kept her from letting more words out.
“ i wanted to go to the greenhouse, kyle—, ” she told him, her hands squeezing his gently, “ maybe you could help me? “
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.
