litton wickham
he/him
20
september 25
lumiose city, kalos
???
webnovelist / council assistant
civilian
if desire is the heart’s intransigent verb.
Mostly Peaceful Protests [M]
POSTED ON Apr 20, 2022 16:29:55 GMT
theo's hand descends onto nagi's shoulder, and nagi turns to ice and stone. he moves only when the grip lifts off, taking a step backwards, one hand coming up to dig fingernails into his elbow.
it's a warning. a threat.
he stands there, stock-still, until he feels andrea's onesie-clothed hand grip his. dragged to the side, unresisting, he comes back to himself with a jolt. he withdraws his hand from andrea's, rubbing at his knuckles with his thumb.
what’s actually going on? hell if he knows.
"it's…" he didn't report the murder. kept quiet, went home. would he be considered complicit? — and on the heels of that selfish, despicable thought, his stomach churns, guilt and shame curdling.
around them, the crowd presses in closer. whatever lull had possessed them when theo was released from the compound has passed; their yelling grows more raucous with each passing beat.
“our first meeting went… badly." understatement: there was a corpse, but he's not sure how to work that into a conversation. "he’s not what he seems; you should know that already.” nagi shakes his head, attempts to jostle loose the hesitation and fear. when he meets andrea’s eyes again, his gaze is serious. “it’s not safe here. you — we need to go.”
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