#i keep forgetting whats canon to each iteration Ragh

[mala--draws]

it's may again, may first and pony keeps looking over his shoulder– expecting to find johnny somewhere. strewn over the sofa, jostling at the slightest noise but catching up on lost sleep in the only place he felt safe.

sitting at the kitchen counter, sharing a quiet but undeniably comfortable moment with darry.

leaning into soda, who slung his arm around johnny's shoulder like it meant nothing and everything.

snickering under his breath as twobit jokes with steve, theatric and smirking.

sipping away at a milkshake in those rare moments the gang all gathered to go to the diner.

waiting by the church's tall doors as pony walks past, faster.

a glimpse of him through the cade's kitchen window, hunching in on himself– giving a small grimace when he meets pony's eye.

he's everywhere in the places that hurt and nowhere pony needs him to be.

johnny isn't though, in any of those places, and the world keeps spinning.

[...] the black night// is huge, mute, and you are further forever than that.

death and the moon - carol ann duffy

johnny cade

1967