cluelessdelta

[cluelessdelta]

ive risen from ashes. no longer a huge frouse fan but i got a lot of works. have sodabot

The buzz of the moon roared with his own chest, heart cracking under every beat, fuzz lining the corners of his vision. Pezzy weakly lifted his head, only to thud the dead weight back against the door.

He didn't know what happened. He had padded out of his room and into the hall, phone glowing in the dark pinches of night, and then the world's axis leveled in on itself in a way he didn't know how. Wispy breaths escaped from his throat. His legs tethered themselves to the ground from an invisible whisper of air that sounded like a death threat if he were to move.

Pezzy shuddered in a breath. He flexed his fingers, skin feeling stretched out and exposed, and counted to ten. He repeated the repitition in his head, mind unconsciously racing through the numbers to match his pulse.

A door creaking crashed the suffocating silence. He could make up the faint mechanical whirring at the sound of robotic eyes clicking and darting around. Still, Pezzy didn't look up.

A pair of legs came into vision. And then Droid crouched, his messy hair doing little to hide the concern brimming his eyes. Pezzy's fingers twitched. He wasn't sure why, but the presence made him feel anchored and pinned at the same time—like a boat without sails floating on neverending waters.

His mouth parted open, and god, Pezzy didn't think he could answer a whole barrage of questions. And yet, as if reading his mind, Droid simply looked away. His eyes glowed in a clash of green and blue, casting soft light on the two of them. Here, alone in this hall, while the others were washed in a spell of sleep.

Droid leaned forward. Pezzy felt the sensation of hands pressing against his skin, arms enveloping around his trembling form and drawing him closer. "Hey man," he easily said. "You alright?"

Pezzy tried to breathe. The inhale he drew felt like an arrow being pulled, shooting out in a choked gasp. "Yeah," he tried to say, but his voice sounded more hoarse than he would imagine. His fingers curled into the fabric of Droid's shirt. "Yeah, I'm alright."

Against every thought racking his mind, a tear squeezed itself from his waterline. Pezzy released a wet laugh. "Fuck man, I'm crying," he mumbled, feeling the embarrassment he shouldn't, wishing for reassurance he would never accept.

And yet, Droid didn't say anything. He simply nodded and held Pezzy's form, silently accepting the tears that rolled down his face.