jayden
he/him
28
december 25
ballonlea, galar
bisexual
wyndon ceo
admin
we'll never get free, lamb to the slaughter
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jayden cross
SEDATED [m]
POSTED ON Jul 8, 2024 16:21:10 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","jayp"] [attr="class","top"] [attr="class","topimage"] [attr="class","subtextbox"] [attr="class","lyrics"] we're now beginning now the end [break] these emotions rarely cease [break] i'm crying wolf again [attr="class","border"] [attr="class","postbox"] [attr="class","imgavatar"] he blinks. [break][break] the laughter doesn't subside; in fact, it only seems to grow more in intensity, just as the confusion in the admin's cerulean gaze swells like low tide. [break][break] "if it isn't too sweet, then what is it?" [break][break] with someone else, anyone else, jayden's voice would have been cutting. it would've fallen upon the air like a piece of metal to a slab, threatening — no, demanding the answer that his body sought. but with fern, things are different. they are always different with them, because they are them because jayden never wants anything more desperately than to understand them, for them to understand him. [break][break] fern is far-away and removed and jayden is desperately, desperately running to the edge of that cliff, wanting his powers of frost to wield a bridge for them to cross, no matter how much they hate it. hate chien pao. hate him. [break][break] because by now, that is what he is. he and chien pao are equal, the same, in the same way that he breathes rocket. [break][break] with each and every breath. [break][break] outside of that poisonous cell now, there is nothing that keeps him from chien pao. there is nothing that keeps him from the tension that floods the room like noxious liquid, like the waves of toxic sludge that had threatened to climb over their city in that forgotten galar. [break][break] no BARNABY FINCH with his clever, flirtatious quips to trigger the nervous, heart-thrumming, hair-trigger jealousy that is always a breath away from his heart, because of a fear of losing the only thing he's ever had. [break][break] he hears fern's words but they only bring about more confusion. more frustration. more misunderstanding. unsettled feelings threaten to claw to the surface, dragging away from that haunting bell that he heard the moment they left the megalopolan spaceship, and instead anchoring him to the present. [break][break] his eyes, now, turn sharp as daggers. [break][break] "what are you talking about," he says. "you know that wasn't me." [break][break] "that was the chain." [break][break] it was them! he wants to scream, claw, demand a recount of the events as he remembered them. [break][break] the way that he had laughed and the way that blood had filled his throat at the instant it did. [break][break] "i love you, duck," he said, with a dismissive shake of his head, carving a spoon into the curry and bringing it to his mouht. "don't be ridiculous. i would never laugh at you." [break][break] avoiding the truth. avoiding everything. because it was easier to avoid than deal with the feelings that were swiftly rising to the surface, threatening to swallow them whole. 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