🎶 porcelain skin and crimson eyes
it is a handsome man that lurks in the night
pointy teeth, silver hair and deep, long sighs
his constant complaints annoy me more than his bite. 🎶 ( affectionate in a way. mwah 💋 )
I’m a sap who loves fluff and angst, heads up ptsd, panic attack description. (feel free to delete I just don’t know where else to put this), sooooo I’ma just leave this here.
You drag yourself back to a sight of grace after getting you ass handed to you. something about it brought up unpleasant memories from long long ago, your not sure what caused it but it won’t stop, you barely remember before being tarnished yet the unpleasant memory festered under your skin nonetheless like an infected wound. You felt like your body was trying to escape its skin, taking stead breaths sitting to greet Boc, your seamster and companion.
He was a sweet guy and didn’t want to worry him over something so trivial. Opting to sit and listen as he rambled on, the distraction welcomed before setting up camp for the night laying on your side facing away as you tried to settle your nerves that screamed to run, from what you didn’t know. You where there again as images and sounds flooded you senses.
Your eyes started to water letting out a sob as you curled in on yourself, hating yourself for it but unable to stop. “You all right there? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Boc had stopped his sewing and scooted over. You shook your head unable to get the words out, feeling like you where being chocked.
“Oh dear! Uhh don’t worry! Everything’s going to be ok! Forgive me for this but I think it’ll help.” He shifted siting next to you and pulling you up so he was holding you against him, your face burred in his furry shoulder as you continued to sob practically curling around the smaller Demi human, sobs growing louder as he stroked your back he tried to sound reassuring. “Shhh shhh, it’ll be alright now. Just breath, please.” Doing his best to sound reassuring, usually this was the other way around. Eventually you where able to breath normally leaning limply into Boc as he continued to hold you stroking you back.
“You’re in a bad mood. Are you in pain?” from @b1tchn 4 hopper!
"are you saying i'm grumpy when i don't feel well?" he teases, raising an eyebrow at el. she might be right. looking back on his own life, he can't say he's the happiest of people when he's in pain.
but it's alright, this time around. it's alright. he doesn't care about the pain or how it feels like he's being stabbed whenever he takes a breath, or how he can't put weight on his ankle.
( alright, so he cares a little bit about that last one. )
he's here. he's here and any condition that he's in is alright with him.
"i'm grumpy because i need more stories of what you've been up to while i've been gone."
fucking love when I'm on a call with someone and they start to do a little errand or go somewhere else and they say "and you're coming with me" like. absolutely I am let's go on an adventure I've been spirited away
[ID: two photos of a porcelain triceratops from different angles. The triceratops is very small and has blue floral designs on its crown and body. Its three horns are painted with gold luster.]