#so come yap to me while i'm gone and i'll cry on the dash w you this evening i promise

[its-all-papaya]

turtle dove (overwinter chapter seventeen)

landoscar | 17/18 chapters | ~100k complete

Instead, the shift makes the pain in his temples flare, and he registers the heat in his eyes before he realizes he’s crying.

Only once he’s started, he can’t make it stop. He’s exhausted, body so heavy, and everything feels wrong and tender and shaky inside of him. Even the hand high on the back of his neck doesn’t help, because he doesn’t understand, it shouldn’t be possible. He sees the crunch of carbon fiber and every time he reminds himself it wasn’t real, he gets stuck figuring out how this – Oscar in his room, in his stupid papaya jumper, in the middle of the night – makes any more sense, whether it might all be a different, crueler figment of his fancies.

“Hey, shh,” Oscar says, determined even in his maybe-real-maybe-not form to comfort Lando like always, “it’s alright, you’re awake now.”

“How?” Lando hiccups out.