slur these words {{ Sue x Wyatt (blitz)
Jul 2, 2015 23:11:04 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 23:11:04 GMT -5
S U E T A T E
Sue Tate's body was thrown across the corpses of his Allies, Death's hands on his shoulders, puzzle pieces scattered across flame ridden fields.
He screams, voice lost halfway between agony and fear, as the Cornucopia spits out the flames it was killed by, an explosion of metal bits and bloody corpses.
He watches, feels the flames lick at his back, scratching deep rooted fingernails into skin made of the trees of Seven, clamoring clamoring grinding down down down into his uprooted spine, burn marks and metal making their mark on a boy whose already got several marks of his own.
And as the air clears of dust anddeath, his body curls into itself
limb by limb, lie by straggling lie
Bit by bit, piece by piece he pulls them closer and closer to his forest fire soul, flames of his inner turmoil burning away any sense of its gonna be alright he had left.
Noah's blood stains the left side of his face as he runs digits up to his own face, swiping blood and grime across cheek chin eyelids
He takes the mask off of his face and throws it as hard as he can.
It lands against the only thing left of the Cornucopia.
One breath two breath three breath, he feels like every one he takes, every single breath he clings to leaves him more and more exasperated, gasping for the air of his sanity as he sits, half alone half dead half beaten half bloody in between their bodies.
Sue Tate hunches forwards, burying face in hands and soul in a half-dug grave of his own actions.
There's no hand on his back like the girl from Seven, even though he wishes there were.
He screams as loud as he can with a one two three rhythm.
Im rolling for Word for later.
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